Sketches of Lancashire Life and LocalitiesWhittaker & Company, 1855 - 260 páginas |
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... pleasant scene . Most Englishmen , of any station , glory in a bit of garden of their own , and take pleasure in the pains they bestow upon it . I lingered in the market place a little while , looking at the parish church , with its new ...
... pleasant scene . Most Englishmen , of any station , glory in a bit of garden of their own , and take pleasure in the pains they bestow upon it . I lingered in the market place a little while , looking at the parish church , with its new ...
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... pleasant to hear , however , that several of these ardent persons of questionable understanding , meeting with this restrictive warning as they attempted to enter the hall , after duly con- templating it with humourous awe , doffed ...
... pleasant to hear , however , that several of these ardent persons of questionable understanding , meeting with this restrictive warning as they attempted to enter the hall , after duly con- templating it with humourous awe , doffed ...
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... pleasantly in pretty green holms and dells , which are mostly watered by rambling rivulets , from the moorland heights which bound the township on the east . There is also , a beautiful lake , three miles in circumference , filling a ...
... pleasantly in pretty green holms and dells , which are mostly watered by rambling rivulets , from the moorland heights which bound the township on the east . There is also , a beautiful lake , three miles in circumference , filling a ...
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... pleasant spot for an afternoon walk from Manchester . An old Lancashire poet lives near it too , in his country cottage . It is a thousand to one that , like me , the traveller will see neither one nor the other from the train ; but ...
... pleasant spot for an afternoon walk from Manchester . An old Lancashire poet lives near it too , in his country cottage . It is a thousand to one that , like me , the traveller will see neither one nor the other from the train ; but ...
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... pleasant , and the land about it looks richer than the rest of the neighbourhood . There was a deer park here in the time of the Hortons . Chadderton is a place of some note in the past history of the country ; and it is said to have ...
... pleasant , and the land about it looks richer than the rest of the neighbourhood . There was a deer park here in the time of the Hortons . Chadderton is a place of some note in the past history of the country ; and it is said to have ...
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Página 75 - Art is long and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Página 73 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Página 208 - I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind. How does Nature deify us with a few and cheap elements! Give me health and a day, and I will...
Página 74 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Página 74 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 1 - It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour, To see how things are shar'd ; How best o...
Página 233 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Página 74 - Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid...
Página 75 - Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 41 - My sledge and hammer lie reclined, My bellows, too, have lost their wind; . My fire's extinct, my forge decayed, And in the dust my vice is laid. My coal is spent, my iron's gone, My nails are drove, my work is done ; My fire-dried corpse lies here at rest, And, smoke-like, soars up to be bless'd.