King's Marden, by the author of 'Our valley'.S.P.C.K., 1881 |
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... ash trees were to be seen , and a stream of running waters trickled through the marshy hollow which had once been the convent fish ponds . Here the greenest moss was always to be found , and the first aconites peeped out of their leafy ...
... ash trees were to be seen , and a stream of running waters trickled through the marshy hollow which had once been the convent fish ponds . Here the greenest moss was always to be found , and the first aconites peeped out of their leafy ...
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... ash trees met overhead and in summer the leaves were so thick as almost to shut out the sky . Already there were signs of spring here . The ivy which trailed . along the ground had begun to put out young shoots 146 KING'S MARDEN .
... ash trees met overhead and in summer the leaves were so thick as almost to shut out the sky . Already there were signs of spring here . The ivy which trailed . along the ground had begun to put out young shoots 146 KING'S MARDEN .
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... ash trees of the Lady - ground , the vows they plighted , the confessions they poured out to one another , need not be told here . Only the birds and the trees were there to hear them , and they have not betrayed the happy lovers . But ...
... ash trees of the Lady - ground , the vows they plighted , the confessions they poured out to one another , need not be told here . Only the birds and the trees were there to hear them , and they have not betrayed the happy lovers . But ...
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... ash trees where the waggons stood , and boys came and went from the Manor - house with beer - cans in their hands . Strange to say , Margie Chaplin was not there , and the old shepherd looked in vain for the straw CHAPTER XVIII. ...
... ash trees where the waggons stood , and boys came and went from the Manor - house with beer - cans in their hands . Strange to say , Margie Chaplin was not there , and the old shepherd looked in vain for the straw CHAPTER XVIII. ...
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... trees of the ash spinny . Some indefinable impulse prompted Norman to walk across the meadow in the direction Cornelius had taken , and before he had gone far he met the young farmer's black retriever wandering towards him , sniffing ...
... trees of the ash spinny . Some indefinable impulse prompted Norman to walk across the meadow in the direction Cornelius had taken , and before he had gone far he met the young farmer's black retriever wandering towards him , sniffing ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Abigail afternoon Andrew Norman ash trees asked Margie Aunt Prudence Aunt Rachel began better carpenter carpenter's Cloth boards Connor Cornelius Maynard Crown 8vo dear door EADGYTH Edmund Maynard Emma Harding Essie Essie's Esther eyes face father Fcap feeling felt girl glad going hand happy Harry Harry Morton Hazeltree hear heard heart Hockin hope Illustrations on toned JEAN INGELOW King's Marden knew Lady-ground late laughing live look Luke Chaplin Luke's Manor-house Margery Chaplin Margie's marriage married matter mind minutes Miss Fairbairn Molly never old lady once parlour perhaps Plaskitt poor racter replied returned Margie round scarcely schoolmaster seemed sister smile sorry speak Stannard stood sure surprise talk tell thing thought Three full-page Illustrations told toned paper turned vicar voice walked week West Marden wife wish wonder words Wyndover young
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Página 53 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Página 94 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days...
Página 144 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Página 121 - Es leuchtet mir ein, I see a glimpse of it!' cries he elsewhere: 'there is in man a HIGHER than Love of Happiness: he can do without Happiness, and instead thereof find Blessedness!
Página 164 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Página 132 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away; Young blood must have its course lad, And every dog his day. When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young.
Página 108 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for...
Página 122 - On the roaring billows of Time, thou art not engulfed, but borne aloft into the azure of Eternity. Love not Pleasure; love God. This is the EVERLASTING YEA, wherein all contradiction is solved: wherein whoso walks and works, it is well with him.
Página 313 - Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you ; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you ; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving ; Unless you can die when the dream is past — Oh, never call it loving ! A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS.