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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... continued in a mood of profound cogitation for the space of about ten minutes . That time having elapsed , he raised himself , and turned towards the corner of the room . " And now , my friend , " he continued 18 PEDESTRES ' tour .
... continued in a mood of profound cogitation for the space of about ten minutes . That time having elapsed , he raised himself , and turned towards the corner of the room . " And now , my friend , " he continued 18 PEDESTRES ' tour .
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... turned over , as I would turn over the sacred leaves of an antediluvian black - letter folio , the thoughts and actions of my predecessors ; and having paid particular attention to the well - chosen appellations that the adventurers of ...
... turned over , as I would turn over the sacred leaves of an antediluvian black - letter folio , the thoughts and actions of my predecessors ; and having paid particular attention to the well - chosen appellations that the adventurers of ...
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... turned his back on Sidmouth , making for Exeter over Woodbury Hill . During the last war this hill was - I fancy more than once - the scene of an encamped army and in the days of Charles and the : Roundheads , the more bloody scene of ...
... turned his back on Sidmouth , making for Exeter over Woodbury Hill . During the last war this hill was - I fancy more than once - the scene of an encamped army and in the days of Charles and the : Roundheads , the more bloody scene of ...
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... of revenge , had heightened her thirst , and she turned to- wards Pedestres with the full determination of taking it to satiety . The broomstick was again uplifted on her side , and Pedestres on his 64 PEDESTRES ' TOUR .
... of revenge , had heightened her thirst , and she turned to- wards Pedestres with the full determination of taking it to satiety . The broomstick was again uplifted on her side , and Pedestres on his 64 PEDESTRES ' TOUR .
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... the glittering sunbeam , Their rude accoutrements , and ruder selves March like the tumbling storm . And life or death Sits on the careless turning of a die ! CHAPTER VIII . " " Tis the most dreadful night 80 PEDESTRES ' TOUR .
... the glittering sunbeam , Their rude accoutrements , and ruder selves March like the tumbling storm . And life or death Sits on the careless turning of a die ! CHAPTER VIII . " " Tis the most dreadful night 80 PEDESTRES ' TOUR .
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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
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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...