The Year Book of Daily Recreation and Information: Concerning Remarkable Men and Manners, Times and Seasons, Solemnities and Merry-makings, Antiquities and Novelties on the Plan of the Every-day Book and Table Book ...T. Tegg, 1841 - 2 sider |
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Side 39
... tree , And we will sleep a pleasant sleep , And not a care shall dare intrude , To break the marble solitude , So peaceful and so deep . 3 . And hark ! the wind - god , as he flies , Moans hollow in the forest trees , And , sailing on ...
... tree , And we will sleep a pleasant sleep , And not a care shall dare intrude , To break the marble solitude , So peaceful and so deep . 3 . And hark ! the wind - god , as he flies , Moans hollow in the forest trees , And , sailing on ...
Side 47
... trees , and tables and benches for out - of - door customers . In the gardens were fruit - trees , and bowers , and arbours , for tea - drinking parties . In the rear there were not any houses ; now there is a town . At that time the ...
... trees , and tables and benches for out - of - door customers . In the gardens were fruit - trees , and bowers , and arbours , for tea - drinking parties . In the rear there were not any houses ; now there is a town . At that time the ...
Side 105
... trees that rise above them , and the sun shining dimly as through a veil , giving a pale fair light , like the moon , only brighter . There was a silence , too , that might be-- come the moon , as we stood at our little gate looking up ...
... trees that rise above them , and the sun shining dimly as through a veil , giving a pale fair light , like the moon , only brighter . There was a silence , too , that might be-- come the moon , as we stood at our little gate looking up ...
Side 107
... trees - the beautiful trees ! never so beautiful as to This ancient edifice is about five miles from London , 107 108 THE YEAR BOOK . - JANUARY 23 .
... trees - the beautiful trees ! never so beautiful as to This ancient edifice is about five miles from London , 107 108 THE YEAR BOOK . - JANUARY 23 .
Side 119
... trees growing out of it . Oh what a watery world ! —I will look at it no longer , Sun rises - sets Twilight ends The Hedge Sparrow sings . h . m . • · 5 35 • 7 34 4 26 6 25 January 29 . On the 29th of January , 1547 , King Henry VIII ...
... trees growing out of it . Oh what a watery world ! —I will look at it no longer , Sun rises - sets Twilight ends The Hedge Sparrow sings . h . m . • · 5 35 • 7 34 4 26 6 25 January 29 . On the 29th of January , 1547 , King Henry VIII ...
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Side 235 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Side 759 - At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Side 979 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and seeks her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
Side 241 - Perennially - beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries - ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And time the Shadow; - there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.
Side 1197 - Leave me, O love . . ." Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust, Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Side 135 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Side 397 - ... is so sprightly up, as that it has not only wherewith to guard well its own freedom and safety, but to spare, and to bestow upon the solidest and sublimest points of controversy and new invention, it betokens us not degenerated, nor drooping to a fatal decay...
Side 1317 - Look! under that broad beech-tree I sat down, when I was last this way a-fishing; and the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill...
Side 359 - It happen'd on a solemn eventide, Soon after He that was our surety died, Two bosom friends, each pensively inclined, The scene of all those sorrows left behind, Sought their own village...
Side 557 - SPRING, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo...