Literary By-paths in Old EnglandLittle, Brown,, 1906 - 400 páginas |
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Alloway amid birth born building Burns Burns's Carlyle's Castle century church churchyard cottage daughter dear death Ecclefechan Elegy England English fact Faerie Queene famous farm father Gabriel Harvey Gilbert White's Goldsmith grave Gray GRAY'S Guli Henry de Blois Hoddam Hill honour Hood's hope Hyde Abbey Ireland James Carlyle Jane Jane Austen John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Jordans Keats Keats's Kilcolman Kirk lady letter Lishoy literary lived Lochlea London Lord Mainhill Mariane Mauchline meeting-house memory Mossgiel mother Mount Oliphant never Penn Penshurst Penshurst Place Peter Bell picture pilgrim poem poet poet's portrait record road Scotsbrig seems Selborne Shepheards Sidney sister sonnet Spenser spirit Stoke Poges stone Street Tarbolton Thomas Carlyle Thomas Hood tion took Towneley Green trees Twyford verse village walls wife William Winchester Wolvesey Castle Wordsworth write wrote
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Página 106 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 164 - His house was known to all the vagrant train. He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.
Página 154 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Página 164 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 161 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes my latest hours to crown. Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down. To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting, by repose.
Página 114 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 164 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 169 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly...
Página 128 - The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 181 - O YE, whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend ! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, The tender father, and the gen'rous friend. The pitying heart that felt for human woe ; The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride . The friend of man, to vice alone a foe ; 1 For ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.
Referências a este livro
Victorian Forerunner: The Later Career of Thomas Hood John Clubbe Pré-visualização indisponível - 1968 |