Pleasant Spots and Famous PlacesWilliam Tegg, 1862 - 288 pages |
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... walk in an hour , and such a place to be reached by such a time , is the object of this desultory ramble . For ... walking ; have an eye open to all the varying beauties of earth and sky ; the clouds floating along the sea of space in ...
... walk in an hour , and such a place to be reached by such a time , is the object of this desultory ramble . For ... walking ; have an eye open to all the varying beauties of earth and sky ; the clouds floating along the sea of space in ...
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... walk along a country road well lined with trees , and we shall often have to pause and receive the boundless wealth of fragrance which comes from the many villa gardens which we pass . These will not detain us very long ; so on we ...
... walk along a country road well lined with trees , and we shall often have to pause and receive the boundless wealth of fragrance which comes from the many villa gardens which we pass . These will not detain us very long ; so on we ...
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... walk , we are not long in finding the precious berries . But do not eat them one by one , as you gather them , or you will lose half your pleasure . Not we . We will have a handful first , which , after some searching , a sting or two ...
... walk , we are not long in finding the precious berries . But do not eat them one by one , as you gather them , or you will lose half your pleasure . Not we . We will have a handful first , which , after some searching , a sting or two ...
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... walk , talking or thinking over the strange events which have happened in England since the memora- ble day which ... walking . On the western edge of the Dasset Hills is the Beacon of which good old Beesley tells us . " After the ...
... walk , talking or thinking over the strange events which have happened in England since the memora- ble day which ... walking . On the western edge of the Dasset Hills is the Beacon of which good old Beesley tells us . " After the ...
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... walk brought us to the first of the Tysoes . We passed through the three villages bearing that name , the Lower , the Upper , and Church Tysoe . At the latter place , which is about a mile and a half from Compton - Winyates , we stopped ...
... walk brought us to the first of the Tysoes . We passed through the three villages bearing that name , the Lower , the Upper , and Church Tysoe . At the latter place , which is about a mile and a half from Compton - Winyates , we stopped ...
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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...