The Recreations of Christopher North, 1±ÇWilliam Blackwood & sons, 1842 |
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... graves - a water - rat in the mill - lead - or weasel that , running to his retreat in the wall , always turns round to look at you— a goose wandered from his common in disappointed love -or brown duck , easily mistaken by the ...
... graves - a water - rat in the mill - lead - or weasel that , running to his retreat in the wall , always turns round to look at you— a goose wandered from his common in disappointed love -or brown duck , easily mistaken by the ...
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... grave an aspect as suits that solemn office , needs not much persuasion to let the flail rest for one day , anxious though he be to show the first aits in the market ; and donning his broad blue bonnet , and the shortest - tailed auld ...
... grave an aspect as suits that solemn office , needs not much persuasion to let the flail rest for one day , anxious though he be to show the first aits in the market ; and donning his broad blue bonnet , and the shortest - tailed auld ...
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... grave - didst thou disappear for days at a time— as if lost or dead . Rumours of thee were brought to the kirk by shepherds from the remotest hills in the parish -most confused and contradictory - but , when collected and compared , all ...
... grave - didst thou disappear for days at a time— as if lost or dead . Rumours of thee were brought to the kirk by shepherds from the remotest hills in the parish -most confused and contradictory - but , when collected and compared , all ...
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... grave . He was buried - not by our hands , but by the hands of one whose tender and manly heart loved the old , blind , deaf , staggering crea- ture to the very last - for such in his fourteenth year truly was — a sad and sorry sight to ...
... grave . He was buried - not by our hands , but by the hands of one whose tender and manly heart loved the old , blind , deaf , staggering crea- ture to the very last - for such in his fourteenth year truly was — a sad and sorry sight to ...
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... grave . Not otherwise could all the ongoings of this world be continued . The nascent spirit outgrows much in which it once found all delight ; and thoughts delightful still , thoughts of the faces and the voices of the dead , perish ...
... grave . Not otherwise could all the ongoings of this world be continued . The nascent spirit outgrows much in which it once found all delight ; and thoughts delightful still , thoughts of the faces and the voices of the dead , perish ...
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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.