The Recreations of Christopher North, 1±ÇWilliam Blackwood & sons, 1842 |
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... blood on his small fumy fingers . He carries about with him , up - stairs and down - stairs , his prey upon a plate ; he will not wash his hands before dinner , for he exults in the silver scales adhering to the thumb- nail that scooped ...
... blood on his small fumy fingers . He carries about with him , up - stairs and down - stairs , his prey upon a plate ; he will not wash his hands before dinner , for he exults in the silver scales adhering to the thumb- nail that scooped ...
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... blood , yawns to receive her — and in she goes plump ; paws , ears , body , feet , fud , and all — while Luath , all the way home to the Mains , keeps snoking at the red drops oozing through ; for well he knows , in summer's heat and ...
... blood , yawns to receive her — and in she goes plump ; paws , ears , body , feet , fud , and all — while Luath , all the way home to the Mains , keeps snoking at the red drops oozing through ; for well he knows , in summer's heat and ...
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... blood . Now along the coping of stone walls she crawls and scrambles — and now ventures from the wood along the frequented high - road , heedless of danger from the front , so that she may escape the horrid growling in the rear . Now ...
... blood . Now along the coping of stone walls she crawls and scrambles — and now ventures from the wood along the frequented high - road , heedless of danger from the front , so that she may escape the horrid growling in the rear . Now ...
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... blood , and British bone ! Not bred in and in to the death of all the fine strong animal spirits - but blood intermingled and interfused by twenty crosses , nature exulting in each successive produce , till her power can no further go ...
... blood , and British bone ! Not bred in and in to the death of all the fine strong animal spirits - but blood intermingled and interfused by twenty crosses , nature exulting in each successive produce , till her power can no further go ...
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... blood there must be , either for strength , or speed , or endurance . The very heaviest cavalry — the Life Guards and the Scots Greys , and all other dra- goons , must have blood . But without racing and fox- hunting , where could it be ...
... blood there must be , either for strength , or speed , or endurance . The very heaviest cavalry — the Life Guards and the Scots Greys , and all other dra- goons , must have blood . But without racing and fox- hunting , where could it be ...
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277 ÆäÀÌÁö - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
329 ÆäÀÌÁö - An honest heart was almost all his stock ; His drink the living water from the rock : The milky dams supplied his board, and lent Their kindly fleece to baffle winter's shock ; And he, though oft with dust and sweat besprent, Did guide and guard their wanderings wheresoe'er they went.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, Spring returns ; but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
329 ÆäÀÌÁö - And sees, on high, amidst th' encircling groves, From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine: While waters, woods, and winds, in concert join, And echo swells the chorus to the skies. Would Edwin this majestic scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no : he better knows great Nature's charms to prize.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... so a Scotch mist becomes a shower — and a shower a flood — and a flood a storm — and a storm a tempest — and a tempest thunder and lightning — and thunder and lightning heaven-quake and earthquake — till the heart of poor wee Kit quaked, and almost died within him in the desert.
371 ÆäÀÌÁö - Methought there passed along the lawn the image of one now in his tomb ! The memory of that bright day returns, when Windermere glittered with all her sails in honour of the great Northern Minstrel, and of him the Eloquent, whose lips are now mute in the dust. Methinks we see his smile benign — that we hear his voice silver-sweet ! " But away with melancholy, Nor doleful changes ring" — as snch thoughts came like shadows, like shadows let them depart — and spite of that which happeneth to all...
328 ÆäÀÌÁö - There lived in Gothic days, as legends tell, A shepherd-swain, a man of low degree ; Whose sires, perchance, in Fairyland might dwell, Sicilian groves, or vales of Arcady ; But he, I ween, was of the north countrie;* A nation famed for song, and beauty's charms ; Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free ; Patient of toil ; serene amidst alarms ; Inflexible in faith ; invincible in arms.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - Be hush'd, my dark spirit ! for wisdom condemns When the faint and the feeble deplore ; Be strong as the rock of the ocean that stems A thousand wild waves on the shore ! Through the perils of chance, and the scowl of disdain, May thy front be...
90 ÆäÀÌÁö - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — And mists that spread the flying shroud; And sunbeams; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier holds it fast.
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again,* But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport ; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.