Peak scenery; or, Excursions in Derbyshire1824 |
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... look on Nature's face And feel unholy passions move ? Her forms of Majesty and Grace I cannot chuse but love . - MONTGOMERY's Peak Mountains . LONDON : FRINTED FOR LONGMAN , HURST , REES , ORME , BRown , and GREEN , PATERNOSTER - ROW ...
... look on Nature's face And feel unholy passions move ? Her forms of Majesty and Grace I cannot chuse but love . - MONTGOMERY's Peak Mountains . LONDON : FRINTED FOR LONGMAN , HURST , REES , ORME , BRown , and GREEN , PATERNOSTER - ROW ...
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... look like the relics of a period that has passed away and been swallowed up by the common despoiler of all things . They are the patriarchs of the forest , and venerable even in decay : a mass of foliage overshadows their mighty trunks ...
... look like the relics of a period that has passed away and been swallowed up by the common despoiler of all things . They are the patriarchs of the forest , and venerable even in decay : a mass of foliage overshadows their mighty trunks ...
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... look like " the barrier of unwrought space . " 1 " A rocky coronet adorns their brows ; " A verdant wreath , with purple heath - bells gay " And many a wild flower twined , plays on their sides ; " And humble dwellings shelter at their ...
... look like " the barrier of unwrought space . " 1 " A rocky coronet adorns their brows ; " A verdant wreath , with purple heath - bells gay " And many a wild flower twined , plays on their sides ; " And humble dwellings shelter at their ...
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... looks of death did never yet affright me . I always had a firm faith that my dear babes would do well , which made me willing to shake hands with the unkind , froward world ; yet I hope that I shall esteem it a mercy if I am frustrated ...
... looks of death did never yet affright me . I always had a firm faith that my dear babes would do well , which made me willing to shake hands with the unkind , froward world ; yet I hope that I shall esteem it a mercy if I am frustrated ...
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... Looks up reviving to the realms of day : " Sees by the eye of faith her prospects bloom , 66 Beyond the dreary horrors of the tomb ; " Sees death divested of her awful frown , - -- Sees future immortality her own . ” THE REV . R ...
... Looks up reviving to the realms of day : " Sees by the eye of faith her prospects bloom , 66 Beyond the dreary horrors of the tomb ; " Sees death divested of her awful frown , - -- Sees future immortality her own . ” THE REV . R ...
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adorned amongst ancient appears artist Ashbourne Bakewell banks beautiful beheld Bridge Buxton Castle Castleton cavern chapel character Chatsworth church church-yard clouds colour contemplation Cross Dale dark delightful Derby Derbyshire Derwent Devonshire Duke elegant eminence erected excursion Eyam feeling foliage Glossop grandeur ground Haddon Haddon Hall Hall Hathersage hills honour Ilam Ilam Hall landscape light lofty Lord magnificent Mam Tor mansion marble Matlock Bath Matlock Dale Middleton miles mineral Miss Seward Monsal-dale monument Moor mountains nearly noble object observed occupied ornamented passed Peak of Derbyshire Peveril picture picturesque present recollection residence rich river Dove river Wye road rock rocky romantic scene scenery sculptured Sheffield side situation Stanton Stanton Moor steep stone stream summit surrounding Thorpe Cloud Tideswell toadstone town traveller trees vale valley vicinity village visited whole wild William Peveril Winnats Wirksworth wood Wormhill
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Sida 144 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us, indifferent and unmoved, over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among...
Sida 303 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Sida 297 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind 'away: O, that that earth which kept the world in awe Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!— But soft!
Sida 148 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Sida 314 - Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody...
Sida 36 - And Aaron took as Moses commanded, and ran into the midst of the congregation ; and, behold, the plague was begun among the people : and he put on incense, and made an atonement for the people. And he stood between the dead and the living ; and the plague was stayed.
Sida 81 - By wintry famine rous'd, from all the tract Of horrid mountains which the shining Alps, And wavy Apennine, and Pyrenees, Branch out stupendous into distant lands; Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave; Burning for blood; bony, and gaunt, and grim. Assembling wolves in raging troops descend; And, pouring o'er the country, bear along, Keen as the north wind sweeps the glossy snow. All is their prize.
Sida 297 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Sida 312 - For which the shepherds at their festivals Carol her goodness loud in rustic lays, And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils.
Sida 124 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And, crop-full, out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.