Pleasant Spots and Famous PlacesWilliam Tegg, 1862 - 288 pages |
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... roaring in the woods all night ; The rain came heavily , and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods ; Over his own sweet voice the stock - dove broods A DESULTORY RAMBLE . 15.
... roaring in the woods all night ; The rain came heavily , and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods ; Over his own sweet voice the stock - dove broods A DESULTORY RAMBLE . 15.
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... Night's Dream sang to Bottom , when Titania's charmed eye accepted him as her love . Through yon group of oaks again the music is like that heard by the sea at night time . There is no yew tree here ; but just listen to the wind playing ...
... Night's Dream sang to Bottom , when Titania's charmed eye accepted him as her love . Through yon group of oaks again the music is like that heard by the sea at night time . There is no yew tree here ; but just listen to the wind playing ...
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... night , the common friend to wearied and dismayed armies , parted them ; and then the King caused his cannon which were nearest the enemy to be drawn off ; and , with his whole forces , spent the night in the field , by such a fire as ...
... night , the common friend to wearied and dismayed armies , parted them ; and then the King caused his cannon which were nearest the enemy to be drawn off ; and , with his whole forces , spent the night in the field , by such a fire as ...
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... night would be upon us ere we reached the house of our pilgrimage . Within a few hundred yards of the place we met a man and a boy , and again asked for information . The boy was sent with us for a guide ; and , after leading us through ...
... night would be upon us ere we reached the house of our pilgrimage . Within a few hundred yards of the place we met a man and a boy , and again asked for information . The boy was sent with us for a guide ; and , after leading us through ...
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... night was far advancing , and eight miles lay between us and the quiet town of Banbury , whither we had to walk to meet the train . There were eight miles of pleasant walk , of pleasant talk , and still more pleasant thought . It rained ...
... night was far advancing , and eight miles lay between us and the quiet town of Banbury , whither we had to walk to meet the train . There were eight miles of pleasant walk , of pleasant talk , and still more pleasant thought . It rained ...
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Page 268 - Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time...
Page 45 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us, indifferent and unmoved, over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among...
Page 28 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 18 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Page 22 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be...
Page 18 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Page 270 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument. For whilst to th...
Page 267 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Page 29 - ... rest. No words that I know of will say what these mosses are. None are delicate enough, none perfect enough, none rich enough. How is one to tell of the rounded bosses of furred and beaming green, the starred divisions of rubied bloom...
Page 268 - Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter Nature be, His art doth give the fashion. And that he Who casts to write a living line must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...