Our Village: Sketches of Rural Character and Scenery, Volym 1Geo. B. Whitaker, 1825 |
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... thoughts ; a low soft voice , sweet even in its monosyl- lables ; a dress remarkable for neatness and propriety , and borrowing from her delicate beauty an air of supe- riority not its own ; -such was the outward woman of Hannah . Her ...
... thoughts ; a low soft voice , sweet even in its monosyl- lables ; a dress remarkable for neatness and propriety , and borrowing from her delicate beauty an air of supe- riority not its own ; -such was the outward woman of Hannah . Her ...
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... thought of her the more . He came again and again ; and at last con- trived to tame this wild dove , and even to get the entrée of the cottage . Hearing Hannah talk , is not the way to fall out of love with her . So William , at last ...
... thought of her the more . He came again and again ; and at last con- trived to tame this wild dove , and even to get the entrée of the cottage . Hearing Hannah talk , is not the way to fall out of love with her . So William , at last ...
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... thought of death- death pure , and glorious , and smiling , —but still death . Sculpture has always the same effect on my imagination , and painting never . Colour is life . — We are now at the end of this magnificent avenue , and at ...
... thought of death- death pure , and glorious , and smiling , —but still death . Sculpture has always the same effect on my imagination , and painting never . Colour is life . — We are now at the end of this magnificent avenue , and at ...
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... thought her naughty ; and gave all my wishes to Harriet , though I thought her silly ; and loved Emily with my whole heart ! Clementina I did not quite understand ; nor ( I am half afraid to say so ) do I now ; and Sir Charles F ...
... thought her naughty ; and gave all my wishes to Harriet , though I thought her silly ; and loved Emily with my whole heart ! Clementina I did not quite understand ; nor ( I am half afraid to say so ) do I now ; and Sir Charles F ...
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... thoughts pressed on my mind the other day , in passing the green sheltered lane , overhung with trees like an avenue , that leads to the great farm at M. , where ten or twelve years ago , I used to spend so many pleasant days . I could ...
... thoughts pressed on my mind the other day , in passing the green sheltered lane , overhung with trees like an avenue , that leads to the great farm at M. , where ten or twelve years ago , I used to spend so many pleasant days . I could ...
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admiration amongst beautiful biped bird blue Bramley bright brown called Charlotte charm colour common coppice cottage cribbage cricket cuckoo dark David Willis dear delicate delightful door Ellen Ellen Page eyes fair farm-house favourite feeling flowers garden gentle gentleman girl good-humoured gown grace green green tea habit half Hannah happy hath heart hill James Brown Joel John Evans John Strong lady lane laughing lived Lizzy look lover Lucy marriage married master meadows ment miles Miss mistress Mossy neighbour ness never oaks parish party passed Persian cat person pleasant pleasure poor pretty quadrilles riband rich road roses round scolding seemed side Silchester Silent Woman sister smile smock-frock sort spirit sure sweet talk tall thing thought trees turbed turn village voice walk whilst wife wild William Grey 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 138 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver white, 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 34 - ... on the wing, with the little keen bright eye fixed on the window ; then they would stop for two pecks ; then stay till they were satisfied. The shyer birds, tamed by their example, came next ; and at last one saucy fellow of a blackbird — a sad glutton, he would clear the board in two minutes, — used to tap his yellow bill against the window for more. How we loved the fearless confidence of that fine, frank-hearted creature ! And surely he loved us. I wonder the practice is not more general....
Sida 142 - As I stole nearer, Invited by the melody, I saw This youth, this fair-faced youth, upon his lute, With strains of strange variety and harmony, Proclaiming, as it seem'd, so bold a challenge To the clear choristers of the woods, the birds, That, as they flock'd about him, all stood silent, Wond'ring at what they heard.
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 devclopement, at a time of life when they are most acute.
Sida 6 - ... and delicate as herself. The first house on the opposite side of the way is the blacksmith's ; a gloomy dwelling, where the sun never seems to shine ; dark and smoky within and without, like a forge. The blacksmith is a high officer in our little state, nothing less than a constable ; but, alas ! alas ! when tumults arise, and the constable is called for, he will commonly be found in the thickest of the fray. Lucky would it be for his wife and her eight children if there were no public-house...
Sida 23 - a journeyman hatter, in B. He had walked over one Sunday evening to see the cricketing ; and then he came again. Her mother liked him. Every body liked her William — and she had promised, — she was going, — was it wrong?