A Literary Pilgrimage Amongst the Haunts of Famous British Authors

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J. B. Lippincott Company, 1895 - Great Britain - 260 pages

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Page 45 - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found ; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
Page 194 - Again ye have heard that it hath been said by them of old time, Thou shalt not, forswear thyself, but shalt perform unto the Lord thine oaths...
Page 192 - Ayr, where we spent the day in taking a farewell, before she should embark for the West Highlands, to arrange matters among her friends for our projected change of life.
Page 44 - Hark ! how the sacred calm, that breathes around, Bids every fierce tumultuous passion cease ; In still small accents whispering from the ground, A grateful earnest of eternal peace.
Page 131 - Being human, of course he had his faults ; these, however, were proper, steady-going, clerical faults ; what many would call virtues : the circumstance of finding himself invited to tea with a Dissenter would unhinge him for a week ; the spectacle of a Quaker wearing his hat in the church, the thought of an unbaptized fellow-creature being interred with Christian rites — these things could make strange havoc in Mr. Macarthey's physical and mental economy ; otherwise he was sane and rational, diligent...
Page 45 - Him have we seen the greenwood side along, While o'er the heath we hied, our labour done, Oft as the woodlark piped her farewell song, With wistful eyes pursue the setting sun...
Page 185 - I recommended that invaluable apophthegm — learn taciturnity.* It is absolutely certain that nobody can know our thoughts ; and yet, from a slight observation of mankind, one would not think so. What mischiefs daily arise from silly garrulity, or foolish confidence ! There is an excellent Scots saying, that
Page 23 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Page 200 - Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. " My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ?
Page 176 - MAXWELTON banks are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew ; Where me and Annie Laurie Made up the promise true ; Made up the promise true, And never forget will I ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'll lay me doun and die.

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