Redstan, a tale, and other sketches, biographical and descriptive |
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Side 9
... reach this out- post of the English , and wanted to cross the Severn with them on the morrow , so that he might reach his destination at a hamlet some miles higher on the other bank of the river . He told those hardy Englishmen of the ...
... reach this out- post of the English , and wanted to cross the Severn with them on the morrow , so that he might reach his destination at a hamlet some miles higher on the other bank of the river . He told those hardy Englishmen of the ...
Side 20
... reach the home on Severn side by way of the Vyrniew ford at Llanymynech . At Oswaldestre they heard sad news . Taking advantage of the reeve - mote at Shrewsbury , a body of mountaineers had descended from the cwmoedd above Llanfyllin ...
... reach the home on Severn side by way of the Vyrniew ford at Llanymynech . At Oswaldestre they heard sad news . Taking advantage of the reeve - mote at Shrewsbury , a body of mountaineers had descended from the cwmoedd above Llanfyllin ...
Side 23
... reach the precipitous front of Brieddyn , and toil round its shoulder till he stood under the lonely pine- tree by the ruined British fort on the summit , and gaze with almost inspired delight on a scene fit to be compared GEORGE HERBERT.
... reach the precipitous front of Brieddyn , and toil round its shoulder till he stood under the lonely pine- tree by the ruined British fort on the summit , and gaze with almost inspired delight on a scene fit to be compared GEORGE HERBERT.
Side 55
... reach this district is illustrated by the fact that in the winter of 1862-3 , a certain well - to - do yeoman of the Fells , a statesman in northern phrase , first burnt coal in his house , and a lady , now sitting within a few feet of ...
... reach this district is illustrated by the fact that in the winter of 1862-3 , a certain well - to - do yeoman of the Fells , a statesman in northern phrase , first burnt coal in his house , and a lady , now sitting within a few feet of ...
Side 59
... here , close to us , the front of the fells we essay to climb . Yes , we will reach that point . This steep ascent resembles much that in Ireland we ascended last year , which , with an outline like CONISTON OLD MAN . 59.
... here , close to us , the front of the fells we essay to climb . Yes , we will reach that point . This steep ascent resembles much that in Ireland we ascended last year , which , with an outline like CONISTON OLD MAN . 59.
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Abbey ascended Barrow beautiful bishop Borrowdale Brecon Beacon Breiddyn Buttermere called canal Caradoc castle Cefn Church climb clouds Coniston Old Crag cross Crummock dark descend distance Duddon Earl Edmond Ellesmere canal England feet fell fierce Furness Furness Fells George Herbert Griffydd height Helvellyn hills Hodnet holy hymn Jorwerth King Kirkstone Pass lake Llanfyllin Llangollen Llanymynech look Lord Madoc miles monastery of Blancminster monks Morecambe Bay mountains night o'er olden Oswaldestre Oswestry Oswy Palestine passed path peripatetics Piel Castle pleasant poem precipice quiet railway rain ramble reach Redstan Reginald Heber ridge river road rock rugged ruins Saxon scene seen Severn Shropshire side sight slope soul steep Stiperstones stones stream sweet Taff tarn thought towers town trees Ulrica Ulverston vale valley Vyrniew Wales walk walls Walney Walney Island waterfall Welsh wind words yonder
Populære avsnitt
Side 41 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Side 50 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Side 29 - Pitch thy behaviour low, thy projects high ; So shalt thou humble and magnanimous be : Sink not in spirit : who aimeth at the sky Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.
Side 27 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both : Cowards tell lies, and those that fear the rod ; The stormy working soul spits lies and froth. Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie : A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.
Side 71 - And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, And curling and whirling and purling and twirling, And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing; And so never ending, but always descending, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending, All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar; And this way the Water comes down at Lodore.
Side 31 - From Greenland's icy mountains ; From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river ; From many a palmy plain ; They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Side 38 - Twas silence all, the sparkling sands along, Save where the locust trill'd her feeble song, Or blended soft in drowsy cadence fell The wave's low whisper or the camel's bell. — 'Twas silence all ! — the flocks for shelter fly Where, waving light, the acacia shadows lie ; Or where, from far, the flatt'ring vapours make The noon-tide semblance of a misty lake : While the mute swain, in careless safety spread.
Side 36 - When on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind. " I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the moon's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Side 36 - But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy prayers ascend for me. Then on ! then on ! where duty leads my course be onward still, — O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, nor wild Malwah detain, For sweet the bliss us both awaits by yonder western main. Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say, across the dark blue sea : But ne'er were hearts so blithe and gay as there shall meet...
Side 38 - Hark ! white-robed crowds their deep hosannas raise, And the hoarse flood repeats the sound of praise ; Ten thousand harps attune the mystic song, Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong ; " Worthy the Lamb ! omnipotent to save, Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave ! " EUROPE: LINES ON THE PRESENT WAR.