Sporting MagazineRogerson & Tuxford, 1833 |
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Side 2
... mare , to be allowed 3lb . , or where the sire had not been tried , 3lb .; if both , 5lb.— There were nineteen named to this great adventure , now rising three years old , but at the last moment three only were prepared to start that ...
... mare , to be allowed 3lb . , or where the sire had not been tried , 3lb .; if both , 5lb.— There were nineteen named to this great adventure , now rising three years old , but at the last moment three only were prepared to start that ...
Side 8
... MARE , the property of Sir Edward John Honey- wood , Bart . of Everington , who , with that kindly feeling so peculiarly be- longing to the genuine Sportsman , lent her to the East Kent Hunt for the use of the whipper - in . She is ...
... MARE , the property of Sir Edward John Honey- wood , Bart . of Everington , who , with that kindly feeling so peculiarly be- longing to the genuine Sportsman , lent her to the East Kent Hunt for the use of the whipper - in . She is ...
Side 11
... mare that Mr. Yeatman himself in general rides , and though the country was at times a severe one , she was on no occasion to be pounded . I must say that I am a great admirer of the Blackmoor Vale in general . Holding in almost all ...
... mare that Mr. Yeatman himself in general rides , and though the country was at times a severe one , she was on no occasion to be pounded . I must say that I am a great admirer of the Blackmoor Vale in general . Holding in almost all ...
Side 21
... ing eye , shewed all in favour of the ruralists . At a quarter before one o'clock the lot of goodly cocktails went away at a slashing pace , led by a fast hard - pulling grey mare , ridden by a THE SPORTING MAGAZINE . 21.
... ing eye , shewed all in favour of the ruralists . At a quarter before one o'clock the lot of goodly cocktails went away at a slashing pace , led by a fast hard - pulling grey mare , ridden by a THE SPORTING MAGAZINE . 21.
Side 22
... mare had run herself out , and fell off , yielding the lead to a smart little bay mare , " Rhoda , " the property of Mr. Wyat , who won the heat , beating a black gelding of Mr. Saxby's , " The Purser by Little John , " by half a neck ...
... mare had run herself out , and fell off , yielding the lead to a smart little bay mare , " Rhoda , " the property of Mr. Wyat , who won the heat , beating a black gelding of Mr. Saxby's , " The Purser by Little John , " by half a neck ...
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25 sovs 50 sovs agst beat beautiful Belshazzar Blacklock breed Catton Colonel colt Comus Cosby's course covert day's Derby distance Duke East Sussex Emilius favorite Filho fillies fish five sovs following also started four fox-hunting Gardnor's Geldings allowed Gondolier Grosvenor's half heats Houldsworth's hounds hunting jack snipe Lady late Leger length Lord Chesterfield's Lord Exeter's Lottery mare Margaux match Meeting miles Miss Muley named never Newmarket once round owner Partisan Pavis Peel's Peter Lely PLATE of 50 race rider rode Royal sailing season second horse SERIES.-No shew shooting six and aged sport sportsman Stainborough STAKES of 25 stud subs Sultan Sweepstakes Thousand Guineas Stakes three-year-olds tion trout Turf two-year-olds Velocipede vessels Warlaby Water Witch Whalebone Whisker winner winning Wood's Yacht Club young
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Side 210 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky; The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Side 211 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies...
Side 284 - What, though you tell me each gay little rover Shrinks from the breath of the first autumn day: Surely 'tis better when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.
Side 21 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Side 78 - Drink of this cup, you'll find there's a spell in its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality. Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen ! Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality (Barclay and Co.'s). If they ever send it in a flat state, complain to the Governor. Yours, RS" " RS ! " said Kit, after some consideration.
Side 119 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
Side 356 - ... ranging to distant downs and commons even in windy weather, which the other species seem much to dislike ; nay, even frequenting exposed sea-port towns, and making little excursions over the salt water. Horsemen on wide downs are often closely attended by a little party of swallows for miles together, which play before and behind them, sweeping around, and collecting all the skulking insects that are .roused by the trampling of the horses
Side 355 - In defence of my opinion about the nightingales, I find Chaucer, — who of all poets seems to have been the fondest of the singing of birds, — calls it a merry note, and though Theocritus mentions nightingales six or seven times, he never mentions their note as plaintive or melancholy...
Side 303 - Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass? Whose house I have made the wilderness, And the barren land his dwellings. He scorneth the multitude of the city, Neither regardeth he the crying of the driver. The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
Side 18 - STAKES of 50 sovs. each, h. ft. for three yrs. old colts, 8st. 71b.; and fillies, 8st. 21b.; the owner of the second horse received 100 sovs. out of the Stakes, and the winner paid 100 sovs. towards the expences of additional police-officers.