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... mornings most favourable to the sport the hounds of a neighbouring nobleman met at Crookhill common , an uncultivated waste lying about a quarter of a mile to the right of the road from Conisbrough to Doncaster . After discussing a ...
... mornings most favourable to the sport the hounds of a neighbouring nobleman met at Crookhill common , an uncultivated waste lying about a quarter of a mile to the right of the road from Conisbrough to Doncaster . After discussing a ...
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... morning had , as usual , been awakened from its slumbers by the sweet sounds of lark and linnet , and all the most touching melodies of vocal Nature herself . She had come forth too , as summer mornings often do , arrayed in her gor ...
... morning had , as usual , been awakened from its slumbers by the sweet sounds of lark and linnet , and all the most touching melodies of vocal Nature herself . She had come forth too , as summer mornings often do , arrayed in her gor ...
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... morning ; for I had already felt a love for the prospect it afforded . Thither , then , I hastened , and beheld the glorious orb of heaven once more sink into repose . But , oh ! the scene was more lovely than before , and every object ...
... morning ; for I had already felt a love for the prospect it afforded . Thither , then , I hastened , and beheld the glorious orb of heaven once more sink into repose . But , oh ! the scene was more lovely than before , and every object ...
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... vale Just ruffled by the morning gale ; Its ripples raised in mimic strife , Or chasing play , like things of life . There the deep river onward glides To its ocean bed , where mingling tides Shall chafe and swell - one moment roar , And ...
... vale Just ruffled by the morning gale ; Its ripples raised in mimic strife , Or chasing play , like things of life . There the deep river onward glides To its ocean bed , where mingling tides Shall chafe and swell - one moment roar , And ...
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... morning about two hours repose ; and , conscious that an Almighty power had made him the happy instrument of the child's preservation , regarded now the consequences of the danger attending the action as trifling indeed compared with ...
... morning about two hours repose ; and , conscious that an Almighty power had made him the happy instrument of the child's preservation , regarded now the consequences of the danger attending the action as trifling indeed compared with ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 186 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 79 - O LORD, from whom all good things do come ; Grant to us thy humble servants, that by thy holy inspiration we may think those things that be good, and by thy merciful guiding may perform the same ; through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Página 177 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm...
Página 331 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Página 18 - O MAIDEN ! heir of kings ! A king has left his place ! The majesty of Death has swept All other from his face ! And thou upon thy mother's breast No longer lean adown, But take the glory for the rest, And rule the land that loves thee best...
Página 301 - Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me! I hear ye momently above, beneath, Crash with a frequent conflict ; but ye pass, And only fall on things which still would live ; On the young flourishing forest, or the hut And hamlet of the harmless villager.
Página 31 - Thus then to man the voice of nature spake — " Go, from the creatures thy instructions take : Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy...
Página 296 - In a golden current on, Ere from the garden, man's first abode, The glorious guests were gone. So might the days have been brightly told — Those days of song and dreams, — When shepherds gathered their flocks of old By the blue Arcadian streams. So in those isles of delight, that rest Far off in a breezeless main, Which many a bark, with a weary quest Has sought, but still in vain.
Página 333 - Wind, gentle evergreen, to form a shade Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid ; Sweet ivy wind thy boughs, and intertwine With blushing roses and the clustering vine : Thus will thy lasting leaves with beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he sung ; Whose soul, exalted like a god of wit, Among the Muses and the Graces writ.
Página 302 - Away with me — The clouds grow thicker — there — now lean on me — Place your foot here — here, take this staff, and cling A moment to that shrub — now give me your hand...