The Derbyshire Gatherer of ArchŠological, Historical, Biographical Facts, Folk Lore, Etc

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Page 241 - ... would it be too bold to imagine, that all warmblooded animals have arisen from one living filament, which THE GREAT FIRST CAUSE endued with animality, with the power of acquiring new parts, attended with new propensities, directed by irritations, sensations, volitions, and associations; and thus possessing the faculty of continuing to improve by its own inherent activity...
Page 241 - Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush, Suns sink on suns, and systems systems crush, Headlong, extinct, to one dark centre fall, And death and night and chaos mingle all...
Page 51 - Ye who love a nation's legends, Love the ballads of a people, That like voices from afar off Call to us to pause and listen, Speak in tones so plain and childlike, Scarcely can the ear distinguish Whether they are sung or spoken;— Listen to this Indian Legend, To this Song of Hiawatha!
Page 80 - By wintry famine roused, 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.
Page 33 - ... to others. His abilities in this respect are nevertheless so great, that he finds constant employment. Most of the roads over the Peak in Derbyshire have been altered by his directions, particularly those in the vicinity of Buxton ; and he is at this time constructing a new one betwixt Wilmslow and Congleton, with a view' to open a communication to the great London road, without being obliged to pass over the mountains.
Page 38 - Two Hazel Nuts I threw into the Flame, And to each Nut I gave a Sweet-heart's Name. This with the loudest Bounce me sore amaz'd, That in a Flame of brightest Colour blaz'd. As blaz'd the Nut, so may thy Passion grow, For 'twas thy Nut that did so brightly glow.
Page 205 - The cuckoo's a fine bird, She sings as she flies, She brings us good tidings, And tells us no lies. She sucks the small birds' eggs To make her voice clear, And the more she sings " cuckoo,
Page 54 - Then after an hour they went to a bower, And played for ale and cakes ; And kisses, too ; — until they were due, The lasses kept the stakes.
Page 220 - Oh my beloved nymph, fair Dove ! Princess of rivers ! how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie, And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a summer's beam ! And in it, all thy wanton fry, Playing at liberty : And, with my angle, upon them The all of treachery I ever learnt, industriously to try.
Page 30 - Or the last watch of ending night. 4 Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away : our life's a dream ; An empty tale ; a morning flower, Cut down and wither'd in an hour.

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