A pedestrian tour of thirteen hundred and forty-seven miles through Wales and England, by Pedestres, and sir Clavileno Woodenpeg, knight of Snowdon, Volumen2Saunders and Otley, 1836 |
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Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) 36 . 415 . A PEDESTRIAN TOUR OF THIRTEEN HUNDRED AND FORTY - SEVEN.
Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) 36 . 415 . A PEDESTRIAN TOUR OF THIRTEEN HUNDRED AND FORTY - SEVEN.
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Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) me curvet and frisk now as much as I choose -no person ever reads a preface : " Preface and botheration ! " is the word ; " turn it over , and let's dive into the ...
Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) me curvet and frisk now as much as I choose -no person ever reads a preface : " Preface and botheration ! " is the word ; " turn it over , and let's dive into the ...
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Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) nity and austerity - we have a little eased the tensity of our rank among " creatures of clay " as Byron calls us . Can't help it - let's be merry whilst we are ...
Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) nity and austerity - we have a little eased the tensity of our rank among " creatures of clay " as Byron calls us . Can't help it - let's be merry whilst we are ...
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Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) rugged mountains ? to chase the bearded goat to his Alpine den ? to listen to the foaming torrent chafing o'er its rocky bed ? Hast thou fled to the sunny banks of ...
Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) rugged mountains ? to chase the bearded goat to his Alpine den ? to listen to the foaming torrent chafing o'er its rocky bed ? Hast thou fled to the sunny banks of ...
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Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) " Sea ! who the devil said a word about sea ? " " I thought you did - at least indirectly . " " Not I ; either directly or indirectly , " - straight for'ard or ...
Pedestres (pseud.), sir Clavileno Woodenpeg (knight of Snowdon, pseud.) " Sea ! who the devil said a word about sea ? " " I thought you did - at least indirectly . " " Not I ; either directly or indirectly , " - straight for'ard or ...
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A Pedestrian Tour of Thirteen Hundred and Forty-Seven Miles Through Wales ... Sin vista previa disponible - 2020 |
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Página 7 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 33 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Página 240 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view; The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower ; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an ^Ethiop's arm.
Página 382 - Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found : Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Página 225 - Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen. Ah, me ! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates...
Página 40 - Dear sensibility! source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw and 'tis thou who lift'st him up to HEAVEN Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy "divinity which stirs within me...
Página 189 - The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait...
Página 15 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Página 169 - THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave. Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
Página 40 - Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy "divinity which stirs within me" not, that in some sad and sickening moments, "my soul shrinks back upon herself, and startles at destruction" mere pomp of words! but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself all comes from thee, great great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest desert of thy creation...