Redstan, a tale, and other sketches, biographical and descriptive |
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Side 8
... turn to blackness underneath the intense shadows of the forest , the camp fire was lit , and the supper of fish , not long obtained from the stream , was prepared , and dispositions made for the night's watch . But before the remains of ...
... turn to blackness underneath the intense shadows of the forest , the camp fire was lit , and the supper of fish , not long obtained from the stream , was prepared , and dispositions made for the night's watch . But before the remains of ...
Side 21
... the Nesscliffe , standing out from the surrounding forest , beyond which lay his former home . Then he would turn and look at the Breiddyn , and , beyond Llanymynech Hill , his gaze would rest on that clump REDSTAN . 21.
... the Nesscliffe , standing out from the surrounding forest , beyond which lay his former home . Then he would turn and look at the Breiddyn , and , beyond Llanymynech Hill , his gaze would rest on that clump REDSTAN . 21.
Side 29
... turn to his right religious rhymes and learn thereby . We must say " Good night , " but before doing so will go back to the quiet of his " Church Porch , " and listen again to earnest exhortation- Pitch thy behaviour low , thy projects ...
... turn to his right religious rhymes and learn thereby . We must say " Good night , " but before doing so will go back to the quiet of his " Church Porch , " and listen again to earnest exhortation- Pitch thy behaviour low , thy projects ...
Side 47
... turning over the pages of an old pocket book , or opening an old letter , or coming across a preserved fern leaf that you had forgotten you had ever picked up . Here is the case of a rambler in North Wales , who , on winter nights ...
... turning over the pages of an old pocket book , or opening an old letter , or coming across a preserved fern leaf that you had forgotten you had ever picked up . Here is the case of a rambler in North Wales , who , on winter nights ...
Side 60
... turn about there is a change in the landscape . East- ward , northward , more hills , and the valley and the lake more distinct and lovely . Up . These raspberries are good . We drink at the brawl- ing torrent . Now for it by shrub and ...
... turn about there is a change in the landscape . East- ward , northward , more hills , and the valley and the lake more distinct and lovely . Up . These raspberries are good . We drink at the brawl- ing torrent . Now for it by shrub and ...
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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
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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.