The next-door neighbours, by the author of 'Temptation'. |
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... leaves lie dead , They rustle to the eddying gust , and to the rabbit's tread ! ' ' His hall so old was hung about with pikes , and guns , and bows , And swords , and good old bucklers , which had stood some tough old blows . ' THE OLD ...
... leaves lie dead , They rustle to the eddying gust , and to the rabbit's tread ! ' ' His hall so old was hung about with pikes , and guns , and bows , And swords , and good old bucklers , which had stood some tough old blows . ' THE OLD ...
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... leaves fell noiselessly the meadows , which the buttercups were wont to tinge with gold - the fields , where the corn ripened , and the inter- loping poppies raised their gaudy heads - the rustic gardens , where the roses and hollyhocks ...
... leaves fell noiselessly the meadows , which the buttercups were wont to tinge with gold - the fields , where the corn ripened , and the inter- loping poppies raised their gaudy heads - the rustic gardens , where the roses and hollyhocks ...
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... leaves of an opening rose - bud . She was altogether a changed creature . But we must cease from this digression , and return to Beauvale Manor , of which , by the way , we may as well give some slight descrip- tion in this place ...
... leaves of an opening rose - bud . She was altogether a changed creature . But we must cease from this digression , and return to Beauvale Manor , of which , by the way , we may as well give some slight descrip- tion in this place ...
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... leaves lay like a yielding carpet underneath the tread , and ever and anon others came flut- tering down , noiseless and slow through the cool motionless air , like weary pilgrims seeking rest at last or in the stormy days of winter ...
... leaves lay like a yielding carpet underneath the tread , and ever and anon others came flut- tering down , noiseless and slow through the cool motionless air , like weary pilgrims seeking rest at last or in the stormy days of winter ...
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... leaves - here , in after years , some quiet nook - some branch , its foliage half concealed , had been his place of dreams and meditation - and through these solemn shades , nature's sublime cathedral arches , had he been borne at last ...
... leaves - here , in after years , some quiet nook - some branch , its foliage half concealed , had been his place of dreams and meditation - and through these solemn shades , nature's sublime cathedral arches , had he been borne at last ...
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Page 1 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Page 215 - A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller betwixt life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Page 269 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind...
Page 197 - On him who us'd it first in love ! Gold begets in brethren hate, Gold, in families debate ; Gold does friendship separate, Gold does civil wars create. These the smallest harms of it ! Gold, alas ! does love beget. THE EPICURE. Fill the bowl with rosy wine, Around our temples roses twine, And let us chearfully awhile, Like the wine and roses smile. Crown'd with roses, we contemn Gyges
Page 149 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Page 289 - Whose colour was extremely hectic; Her grandmother for many a year Had fed the parish with her bounty ; Her second cousin was a peer, And Lord Lieutenant of the County.
Page 1 - Made by a good old pate, Of a fine old English gentleman Who had an old estate, And who kept up his old mansion At a bountiful old rate ; With a good old porter to relieve The old poor at his gate, Like a fine old English gentleman All of the olden time. His hall so old was hung around With pikes and guns and bows, And swords, and good old bucklers, That had stood some tough old blows...
Page 88 - They seem'd just tallied for each other. Their moral and economy Most perfectly they made agree : Each virtue kept its proper bound, Nor trespass'd on the other's ground.
Page 38 - The poor beetle, which we tread upon, In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 323 - Rise up, rise up, Sir Ingoldsby Bray, Rise up, rise up, I say to thee ; A soldier, I trow, Of the Cross art thou ; Rise up, rise up from thy bended knee ! Ill it beseems that a soldier true Of Holy Church should vainly sue : — — Foot-pages, they are by no means rare.