Sketches of Lancashire Life and LocalitiesWhittaker & Company, 1855 - 260 sider |
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Side 4
... wood and stone , or painting , gilding , and plaster work ; leading to kindred restrictions , which greatly diminish the service which such places might afford to the whole public . They are some- times kept rather too exclusively for ...
... wood and stone , or painting , gilding , and plaster work ; leading to kindred restrictions , which greatly diminish the service which such places might afford to the whole public . They are some- times kept rather too exclusively for ...
Side 7
... wood , and which he names Oskell , and makes heir of Lathom , where he becomes the father of Isabel Stanley , stolen away in the first instance by her knight , and afterwards forgiven by Sir Oskell , ( 2 ) " In Seacome's History of the ...
... wood , and which he names Oskell , and makes heir of Lathom , where he becomes the father of Isabel Stanley , stolen away in the first instance by her knight , and afterwards forgiven by Sir Oskell , ( 2 ) " In Seacome's History of the ...
Side 10
... wood - betony , and " Robin - run - i'th - hedge , " and an endless catalogue of other herbs and plants — a plen- tiful assortment of which he kept by him , mostly in dried bundles , ready for the behoof of his customers . The country ...
... wood - betony , and " Robin - run - i'th - hedge , " and an endless catalogue of other herbs and plants — a plen- tiful assortment of which he kept by him , mostly in dried bundles , ready for the behoof of his customers . The country ...
Side 11
... woods off at the wayside . The wind was blowing , fresh and keen , down from Knowl Hill , and the heathery wastes of Ashworth and Rooley Moors ; those wild heights which divide the vale of the Roach , from the Forest of Rossendale . I ...
... woods off at the wayside . The wind was blowing , fresh and keen , down from Knowl Hill , and the heathery wastes of Ashworth and Rooley Moors ; those wild heights which divide the vale of the Roach , from the Forest of Rossendale . I ...
Side 24
... murmurs and gurglings of the many- mooded mountain stream , careering over its rocky bed through the shady hollow of the vale ; and the blithe music 66 of small birds among the woods which lined the 24 RAMBLE FROM BURY TO ROCHDALE .
... murmurs and gurglings of the many- mooded mountain stream , careering over its rocky bed through the shady hollow of the vale ; and the blithe music 66 of small birds among the woods which lined the 24 RAMBLE FROM BURY TO ROCHDALE .
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Side 75 - Art is long and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Side 73 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Side 208 - I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind. How does Nature deify us with a few and cheap elements! Give me health and a day, and I will...
Side 74 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Side 74 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Side 1 - It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour, To see how things are shar'd ; How best o...
Side 233 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Side 74 - Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid...
Side 75 - Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 41 - My sledge and hammer lie reclined, My bellows, too, have lost their wind; . My fire's extinct, my forge decayed, And in the dust my vice is laid. My coal is spent, my iron's gone, My nails are drove, my work is done ; My fire-dried corpse lies here at rest, And, smoke-like, soars up to be bless'd.