Redstan, a tale, and other sketches, biographical and descriptive |
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Side 42
... walks of the Lyceum at Athens . He sat not in an easy professorial chair , nor yet declaimed grandiloquently from ... walking philosophers . They of the Lyceum were the first who had this name , but there had been of elder ages walking ...
... walks of the Lyceum at Athens . He sat not in an easy professorial chair , nor yet declaimed grandiloquently from ... walking philosophers . They of the Lyceum were the first who had this name , but there had been of elder ages walking ...
Side 43
... Botanists are peripatetics , and miles and miles will they walk to find a small wild plant in bloom in its native habitat , on high bleak moor or in secluded dell . They are all philosophers - real lovers of PERIPATETICS . 43.
... Botanists are peripatetics , and miles and miles will they walk to find a small wild plant in bloom in its native habitat , on high bleak moor or in secluded dell . They are all philosophers - real lovers of PERIPATETICS . 43.
Side 44
... walking , looking , and think- ing , out of doors , and as we do not often have the opportunity in winter , we read then gossiping books by persons like - footed with ourselves ; and just to commend the sayings of 44 PERIPATETICS .
... walking , looking , and think- ing , out of doors , and as we do not often have the opportunity in winter , we read then gossiping books by persons like - footed with ourselves ; and just to commend the sayings of 44 PERIPATETICS .
Side 58
... walk your best , and only just have light enough when you get to Kirkby to know that the yew tree at the corner is a yew tree - get to the station too late for the last train - be refused admittance at one inn , and at last find ...
... walk your best , and only just have light enough when you get to Kirkby to know that the yew tree at the corner is a yew tree - get to the station too late for the last train - be refused admittance at one inn , and at last find ...
Side 77
... walk . All our nether garments are soon soaking wet . Thick tough leather avails not here , so we determine to make no more circuits to choose a path , but go straight as the crow flies to yon lone holly tree , one of the landmarks ...
... walk . All our nether garments are soon soaking wet . Thick tough leather avails not here , so we determine to make no more circuits to choose a path , but go straight as the crow flies to yon lone holly tree , one of the landmarks ...
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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.