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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... heads of families ! Tell me candidly , do ye find it is as easily done as said , to get your sons professions - honour- able professions - suitable professions - profes- sions congenial with their ideas and education , and professions ...
... heads of families ! Tell me candidly , do ye find it is as easily done as said , to get your sons professions - honour- able professions - suitable professions - profes- sions congenial with their ideas and education , and professions ...
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... head but falls upon the ground , in the remotest desert of thy creation . " But , gentle Sidmouth , come - let us consider what is to be done for thee . In speaking of thee , and speaking after the precepts and suggestions that were ...
... head but falls upon the ground , in the remotest desert of thy creation . " But , gentle Sidmouth , come - let us consider what is to be done for thee . In speaking of thee , and speaking after the precepts and suggestions that were ...
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... head : and where the head goes the tail will follow . As for the latter half of the word - why surely , every mouth can speak for itself . We need go no further , then , for Sid - mouth . Thus much for the name : I have not been able to ...
... head : and where the head goes the tail will follow . As for the latter half of the word - why surely , every mouth can speak for itself . We need go no further , then , for Sid - mouth . Thus much for the name : I have not been able to ...
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... heads , borne down to the grave by age and sorrow , have heaved a farewell and parting sigh beneath the shadow of thy roof ! Eyes that centuries ago had closed them- selves for ever to the light that we see , have looked on thee - and ...
... heads , borne down to the grave by age and sorrow , have heaved a farewell and parting sigh beneath the shadow of thy roof ! Eyes that centuries ago had closed them- selves for ever to the light that we see , have looked on thee - and ...
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... head , " I'll scatter your cursed brains ! " -But philosophers tell us that fortune never forsakes the brave : and at that very critical moment Providence called upon a young lad who sat nursing a cat in a cottage on the other side of ...
... head , " I'll scatter your cursed brains ! " -But philosophers tell us that fortune never forsakes the brave : and at that very critical moment Providence called upon a young lad who sat nursing a cat in a cottage on the other side of ...
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A Pedestrian Tour of Thirteen Hundred and Forty-Seven Miles Through Wales ... Sin vista previa disponible - 2020 |
A Pedestrian Tour of Thirteen Hundred and Forty-Seven Miles Through Wales ... Pedestres (pseud ) Sin vista previa disponible - 2020 |
Términos y frases comunes
Abbey Aberystwith ancient answered astonished bard beautiful Beddgelert bridge Bridgend Caernarvon Cæsar called candle Capel Curig castle CHAPTER Chepstow chwi close cottage cried delightful devil Devil's Bridge distance Dolgellau Dolgelley door druids Dulcinea England entered exclaimed eyes fancy feel feet Fidelio Gaster Gelert Gradus hand hast head heard heaven hill honour hundred Ille-ego imagine inquired instant Jingo Julius Cæsar knapsack ladies legs Llanberis Llandogo look Lord Lord Byron Lyrosus miles mountain never night Owain Cyfeiliog passed Pedestres perhaps Powys prince reader reign river road round Saxon Shakspeare side Sidmouth Sir Clavileno Snowdon soon speak stand step stone stood strange suppose sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion Tiverton told tongue took tower town true turned village Wales walk walls wander Welsh Welsh language wind woman word
Pasajes populares
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...