The Rural Life of England, Volum 1Longman, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longmans, 1838 - 386 sider |
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... door life . Yes , we are indebted to our climate for a mass of good , a host of advantages of which we little dream , till we begin to count them up . And are all our experiences of the English climate those of gloom ? Are there no ...
... door life . Yes , we are indebted to our climate for a mass of good , a host of advantages of which we little dream , till we begin to count them up . And are all our experiences of the English climate those of gloom ? Are there no ...
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... doors that would shut ; a landlady that spoke English , and was kind and civil ; and , though there were eight or ten people in the room , no noise above the rustle of a newspaper , and positively rich red damask curtains , neither ...
... doors that would shut ; a landlady that spoke English , and was kind and civil ; and , though there were eight or ten people in the room , no noise above the rustle of a newspaper , and positively rich red damask curtains , neither ...
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... Look at its naked walls , its massy , lumbering doors , its floors spread with rushes , and the rude style in which bed and board were constructed and served ; and then turn your eyes on the modern mansion of the country gentleman ! What.
... Look at its naked walls , its massy , lumbering doors , its floors spread with rushes , and the rude style in which bed and board were constructed and served ; and then turn your eyes on the modern mansion of the country gentleman ! What.
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... doors and windows , through which the wintry winds come whistling and careering . What naked , or rush - strewn floors still ; what rude fashion of furniture , and vessels for the table ; what a rude style of cookery ; what a dearth of ...
... doors and windows , through which the wintry winds come whistling and careering . What naked , or rush - strewn floors still ; what rude fashion of furniture , and vessels for the table ; what a rude style of cookery ; what a dearth of ...
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... doors that the singular privileges of an English gentleman lie . He need only step out , and he sees them surrounding him on every side . His gardens , by the labours and disco- veries of centuries , by the genius of some men who have ...
... doors that the singular privileges of an English gentleman lie . He need only step out , and he sees them surrounding him on every side . His gardens , by the labours and disco- veries of centuries , by the genius of some men who have ...
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Side 344 - I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill, Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape...
Side 70 - Also he built towers in the desert, and digged many wells: for he had much cattle, both in the low country, and in the plains; husbandmen also, and vinedressers in the mountains, and in Carmel: for he loved husbandry.
Side 362 - Around : the wild fowl nestled in the brake And sedges, brooding in their liquid bed : The woods sloped downwards to its brink, and stood With their green faces fix'd upon the flood.
Side 344 - Another ! even now she loved another ; And on the summit of that hill she stood Looking afar , if yet her lover's steed Kept pace with her expectancy , and flew.
Side v - O native Britain! O my Mother Isle! How shouldst thou prove aught else but dear and holy To me, who from thy lakes and mountain-hills, Thy clouds, thy quiet dales, thy rocks and seas, Have drunk in all my intellectual life...
Side 316 - HERE I am at Houghton! and alone! in this spot, where (except two hours last month) I have not been in sixteen years! Think, what a crowd of reflections ! No, Gray, and forty church-yards, could not furnish so many; nay, I know one must feel them with greater indifference than I possess, to have patience to put them into verse. Here I am, probably for the last time of my life, though not for the last time: every clock that strikes tells me I am an hour nearer to yonder church — that church, into...
Side 12 - The ships of war that prowled like guardian giants along the coast ; the headlands of Ireland, stretching out into the channel ; the Welsh mountains, towering into the clouds ; all were objects of intense interest. As we sailed up the Mersey, I reconnoitered the shores with a telescope.
Side 367 - THROUGH thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle ; Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay ; In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way.
Side 317 - I could not unravel, though with a very exact clue in my memory — I met two gamekeepers, and a thousand hares ! In the days when all my soul was tuned to pleasure and vivacity (and you will think, perhaps, it is far from being out of tune yet), I hated Houghton and its solitude — yet I loved this garden ; as now, with many regrets, I love Houghton — Houghton, I know not what to call it, a monument of grandeur or ruin...
Side 365 - The mansion's self was vast and venerable, With more of the monastic than has been Elsewhere preserved : the cloisters still were stable, The cells, too, and refectory, I ween : An exquisite small chapel had been able, Still unimpair'd, to decorate the scene ; The rest had been reformed, replaced, or sunk, And spoke more of the baron than the monk.