A saunter through Surrey

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Walker, 1857 - 236 pagina's
 

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Pagina 176 - Our diversion was this. We used to go to the top of the hill, which was steeper than the roof of a house; one used to draw his arms out of the sleeves of his smock-frock, and lay himself down with his arms by his sides ; and then the others, one at head and the other at feet, sent him rolling down the hill like a barrel or a log of wood.
Pagina 57 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Pagina 176 - I used to work when from eight to ten years old; from which I have scores of times run to follow the hounds, leaving the hoe to do the best that it could to destroy the weeds; but the most interesting thing was a sand-hill, which goes from a part of the heath down to the rivulet. As a due mixture of pleasure with toil, I, with two brothers, used occasionally to disport ourselves, as the lawyers call it, at this sandhill.
Pagina 197 - I LOVE to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play. And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet...
Pagina 104 - Forest in succession for more than a hundred years. This person assures me, that his father has often told him, that Queen Anne, as she was journeying on the Portsmouth road, did not think the forest of Wolmer beneath her royal regard. For she came out of the great road at Lippock...
Pagina 213 - Almighty, from his throne, on earth surveys Nought greater, than an honest, humble heart ; An humble heart, His residence ! pronounced His second seat ; and rival to the skies. The private path, the secret acts of men, If noble, far the noblest of our lives ! How far above LORENZO'S glory sits Th...
Pagina 176 - ... of a house; one used to draw his arms out of the sleeves of his smock-frock, and lay himself down with his arms by his sides; and then the others, one at head and the other at feet, sent him rolling down the hill like a barrel or a log of wood. By the time he got to the bottom his hair, eyes, ears, nose and mouth, were all full of this loose sand; then the others took their turn, and at every roll, there was a monstrous spell of laughter. I had often told my sons of this while they were very...
Pagina 74 - The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Pagina 20 - Towards the end of the sunny month of June, When the north wind congregates in crowds The floating mountains of the silver clouds From the horizon — and the stainless sky Opens beyond them like eternity. All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds, The river, and the cornfields, and the reeds; The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze, And the firm foliage of the larger trees.
Pagina 197 - I, who have seen so many, many towns, think the prettiest, and, taken altogether, the most agreeable and most happy looking that I ever saw in my life. Here are hill and dale in endless variety. Here are the chalk and the sand, vieing with each other in making beautiful scenes. Here are a navigable river and fine meadows. Here are woods and downs. Here is something of everything but fat marshes and their skeleton-making agues.

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