Mary, a daughter of the English peasantry, by the author of 'Highland sports and pastimes'.Thomas Cautley Newby, publisher, 1853 |
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Pagina 10
... scene being thickly studded here and there with aged oaks and wide- spreading beech trees - while beyond the park , rich meadow land and luxuriant hedge - rows added to the variety and beauty of the land- scape , the immediate vicinity ...
... scene being thickly studded here and there with aged oaks and wide- spreading beech trees - while beyond the park , rich meadow land and luxuriant hedge - rows added to the variety and beauty of the land- scape , the immediate vicinity ...
Pagina 36
... scenes than that of witnessing the happiness of my fellow men - the more humble their position , the greater delight is there in beholding any relaxation from toil , and sorrow , and want . Yet to see the ball of a retail merchant thus ...
... scenes than that of witnessing the happiness of my fellow men - the more humble their position , the greater delight is there in beholding any relaxation from toil , and sorrow , and want . Yet to see the ball of a retail merchant thus ...
Pagina 53
... scene of rural beauty , a fit abiding place for two such country graces - yet far more fit for what they ought to be than what they really are . Their mother , good , humble - minded woman , was wont to think the comfortable , clean ...
... scene of rural beauty , a fit abiding place for two such country graces - yet far more fit for what they ought to be than what they really are . Their mother , good , humble - minded woman , was wont to think the comfortable , clean ...
Pagina 61
... the glitter- ing spire of more than one humble village church towering above the foliage in which they appear in the distance as if embosomed . Such are the scenes of home , of England- there is no fiction , no romance , in such MARY . 61.
... the glitter- ing spire of more than one humble village church towering above the foliage in which they appear in the distance as if embosomed . Such are the scenes of home , of England- there is no fiction , no romance , in such MARY . 61.
Pagina 62
... scenes of delight and pleasure . The splendid works of man which mark the proud city , realize all our ideas of art and science , and genius , and wealth , and rank , and power ; and yet when we look on the humble English cottage , with ...
... scenes of delight and pleasure . The splendid works of man which mark the proud city , realize all our ideas of art and science , and genius , and wealth , and rank , and power ; and yet when we look on the humble English cottage , with ...
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Pagina 237 - And his last faltering accents whispered praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With steady zeal each honest rustic ran; E'en children followed with endearing wile, And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.
Pagina 138 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more : His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Pagina 8 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Pagina 119 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Pagina 288 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants
Pagina 60 - Oh, knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he! who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retir'd, Drinks the pure pleasures of the Rural Life.
Pagina 114 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumphed, is forgot.
Pagina 114 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...
Pagina 91 - In harvest-time, harvest-folk, servants and all, should make, all together, good cheer in the hall; And fill out the black bowl of blythe to their song, and let them be merry all harvest-time long.
Pagina 104 - Saleweth in hire song the morwe gray ; And firy Phebus riseth up so bright, That all the orient laugheth of the sight, And with his stremes drieth in the greves The silver dropes, hanging on the leves...