The Old Hall, Or, Our Hearth and Homestead, Volum 1T.C. Newby, 1845 |
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Side 45 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Side 189 - Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Side 270 - O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Side 1 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Side 243 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Side 3 - England, with all thy faults, I love thee still — My country ! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrain'd to love thee.
Side 179 - ... minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year...
Side 134 - I am not saying we ought to tell the veteran what he ought to do, or what he ought not to do...
Side 223 - ... faded, of scenes of former times ; yet that in which the Squire and John Hardy were ensconced, on the shortest day of the year, did not lack a comfortable...
Side 8 - ... the crumbling hand of time, and the ravages of tempests and the storms of ages. A dried fosse surrounded the building, on the banks of which many a garden flower grew, and tall elms now towered from the very bed ; convincing proof that it must have been a long time ago since it had been applied for the...