Sketches from Nature: Taken, and Coloured, in a Journey to Margate. Published from the Original Designs, Volum 1J. Dodsley, 1790 |
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... HILL and MOUNT ETNA , which hath not been described , well , or ill , by fome author or other ; -a hint ftrong enough to determine me to defcribe nothing profeffedly , - but to travel and write in my own way , which I can demonftrate to ...
... HILL and MOUNT ETNA , which hath not been described , well , or ill , by fome author or other ; -a hint ftrong enough to determine me to defcribe nothing profeffedly , - but to travel and write in my own way , which I can demonftrate to ...
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... hill , and borne the buffet of the tem- pest together ! -I have had the labours of thy youth , and thy age hath a claim on me , which , while I have fix- pence in my pocket , I dare not re- fufe.- -Thou shalt not , when thy strength 2 ...
... hill , and borne the buffet of the tem- pest together ! -I have had the labours of thy youth , and thy age hath a claim on me , which , while I have fix- pence in my pocket , I dare not re- fufe.- -Thou shalt not , when thy strength 2 ...
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... have been associated during a ministry of more than six - and - twenty years . GEORGE MATHER . 2 , WATT PLACE , SOHO HILL , BIRMINGHAM , January , 1872 . 1 PREFACE TO SECOND EDITION . THE first Edition of PREFACE. ...
... have been associated during a ministry of more than six - and - twenty years . GEORGE MATHER . 2 , WATT PLACE , SOHO HILL , BIRMINGHAM , January , 1872 . 1 PREFACE TO SECOND EDITION . THE first Edition of PREFACE. ...
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... hills and lovely landscapes of our native land ; to wander in a rich valley in the first blush of the dawn , and listen to the merry lark , as , rising from her grassy nest , she shakes the dew from her wings , and springs so cheerily ...
... hills and lovely landscapes of our native land ; to wander in a rich valley in the first blush of the dawn , and listen to the merry lark , as , rising from her grassy nest , she shakes the dew from her wings , and springs so cheerily ...
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... hills and through the heather , giving sight of an old church tower in the valley below , with the village green , the clustering cot- tages , the wooded dingle and the old water - wheel covered with red - moss , have brought back to a ...
... hills and through the heather , giving sight of an old church tower in the valley below , with the village green , the clustering cot- tages , the wooded dingle and the old water - wheel covered with red - moss , have brought back to a ...
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Side 93 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Side 45 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Side 5 - In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God : he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
Side 1 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
Side 132 - WHATEVER is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling.
Side 4 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his maker?
Side 2 - Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink ; Companion of the morning star at dawn, Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-herald ! wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...
Side 57 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.