Our Village: Sketches of Rural Character and Scenery, Volym 1G[eo.] B. Whittaker, 1828 |
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admiration amongst beautiful biped bird blue Bramley bright brown called Charlotte charm Colonel Falkner colour common coppice cottage cricket cuckoo David Willis dear delicate delightful Ellen Ellen Page eyes fair Falstaff farm-house favourite feeling flowers garden gentle girl good-humoured gown grace green habit hair played half happy heart hedgerow hill Holy Brook James Brown Joel John Strong lady lane laughing listen lived Lizzy look Lover's Melancholy Lucy Lucy's marriage married master meadows ment miles mind Miss neighbour neighbourhood ness never parish passed person play pleasant pleasure poor pretty riband rich road roses round Samuel Long seemed shew side Silchester Silent Woman sister smile smock-frock sort spirit sure sweet talk tall thing thought trees turbed turn village walk whilst wife wild William Grey wind woman workhouse young
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Sida 142 - Into a pretty anger, that a bird, Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect practice ; To end the controversy, in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly So many voluntaries, and so quick That there was curiosity and cunning, Concord in discord, lines of differing method Meeting in one full centre of delight.
Sida 143 - Alas, poor creature ! I will soon revenge This cruelty upon the author of it ; Henceforth this lute, guilty of innocent blood, Shall never more betray a harmless peace To an untimely end :" and in that sorrow, As he was pashing* it against a tree, I suddenly stept in.
Sida 266 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved...
Sida 138 - And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Sida 95 - ... knowledge of plants and birds may certainly have arisen from her delight in these boyish amusements. And which of us has not found that the strongest, the healthiest, and most flourishing acquirement has arisen from pleasure or accident ; has been in a manner self-sown, like an oak of the forest?
Sida 33 - He is come for water to this little spring by the hillside, — water which even his long bill and slender head can hardly reach, so nearly do the fantastic forms of those garlandlike icy margins meet over the tiny stream beneath. It is rarely that one sees the shy beauty so close or so long; and it is pleasant to see him in the grace and beauty of his natural liberty, the only way to look at a bird. We...
Sida 23 - William has got a room in B. He works for Mr. Smith, the rich hatter in the market-place, and Mr. Smith speaks of him — oh, so well ! But William will not tell me where our room is. I suppose in some narrow street or lane, which he is afraid I shall not like, as our common is so pleasant. He little thinks — any where." — She stopped suddenly ; but her blush and her clasped hands finished the sentence, "any where with him !" — "And when is the happy day ?" — " On Monday fortnight, Madam...
Sida 160 - They should have had twenty more, if they had chosen to claim them. Oh, how well we fielded ! and how well we bowled ! our good play had quite as much to do with their miserable failure as their bad. Samuel Long is a slow bowler, George Simmons a fast one, and the change from Long's lobbing to Simmons's fast balls posed them completely. Poor simpletons ! they were always wrong, expecting the slow for the quick, and the quick for the slow. Well, we went in. And what were our innings ? Guess again...
Sida 176 - ... defiance of wet and cold, grumble at the warmth and dryness of his apartment. He used to foretell that it would kill him, and assuredly it did so. Never could the typhus fever have found out that wild hill side, or have lurked under that broken roof.
Sida 93 - She had no French either, not a word ; no Italian ; but then her English was racy, unhackneyed, proper to the thought to a degree that only original thinking could give. She had not much reading except of the Bible and Shakspeare, and Richardson's novels, in which she was learned ; but then her powers of observation were sharpened and quickened, in a very unusual degree, by the leisure and opportunity afforded for their development, at a time of life when they are most acute.