George Stanley; or, Life in the woods, ed. [really written] by J.C. Geikie

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8 ÆäÀÌÁö - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths : their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
408 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - I proceeded. The air was literally filled with pigeons ; the light of noonday was obscured as by an eclipse; the dung fell in spots not unlike melting flakes of snow; and the continued buzz of wings had a tendency to lull my senses to repose.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - The noise which they made, though yet distant, reminded me of a hard gale at sea passing through the rigging of a close-reefed vessel. As the birds arrived and passed over me, I felt a current of air that surprised me.
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whilst the deer are quietly grazing, the wolves assemble in great numbers, and, forming a crescent, creep slowly towards the herd so as not to alarm them much at first, but when they perceive that they have fairly hemmed in the unsuspecting creatures, and cut off...
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - O then to your gardens, ye housewives, repair ! Your walks border up ; sow and plant at your leisure ; The Blue-bird will chaunt from his box such an air, That all your hard toils will seem truly a pleasure.
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN winter's cold tempests and snows are no more, Green meadows and brown furrowed fields reappearing. The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore, And cloud-cleaving geese to the lakes are a-steering; When first the lone butterfly flits on the wing, When red glow the maples, so fresh and so pleasing, O then comes the blue-bird, the herald of spring, And hails with his warblings the charms of the season.
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... towards the precipice, appearing to know that when the herd is once at full speed it is easily driven over the cliff, the rearmost urging on those that are before. The wolves then descend at their leisure and feast on the mangled carcasses.

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