Myrtles and aloes; or, Our Salcombe sketch book. With a discursive gossip about Kingsbridge by F. Young1861 |
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... delighted to assist in the composition of this little work , and would have given information which now , alas ! cannot be obtained - Mr . Strong . His name was truly significant of his nature , for his wit was keen and piercing , and ...
... delighted to assist in the composition of this little work , and would have given information which now , alas ! cannot be obtained - Mr . Strong . His name was truly significant of his nature , for his wit was keen and piercing , and ...
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... delight he used to turn over his portfolio containing drawings of the various rare plants which grew in the neighbouring gardens , of which he was an accomplished delineator , and how delighted he was if any one recognised the rarer ...
... delight he used to turn over his portfolio containing drawings of the various rare plants which grew in the neighbouring gardens , of which he was an accomplished delineator , and how delighted he was if any one recognised the rarer ...
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... delighted was he if he could puzzle us as to the author of any of his queer out - of - the - way quotations . A young lady who was staying at Salcombe , and who rather set up for a " blue , ” began unluckily to try her skill upon Mr ...
... delighted was he if he could puzzle us as to the author of any of his queer out - of - the - way quotations . A young lady who was staying at Salcombe , and who rather set up for a " blue , ” began unluckily to try her skill upon Mr ...
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... delight of our younger days , are now recognised beyond all doubt as a literary forgery , for a great deal of belief has been expended upon them . Some of Mr. Strong's opinions in matters of taste were deci- dedly heterodox : for ...
... delight of our younger days , are now recognised beyond all doubt as a literary forgery , for a great deal of belief has been expended upon them . Some of Mr. Strong's opinions in matters of taste were deci- dedly heterodox : for ...
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... delighted their owner fully as much as Mr. Strong's yellow daffodils charmed our eccentric friend . Having lived so long in the world , he seemed to have lost all " count of time , " and assured me that some middle - aged ladies who had ...
... delighted their owner fully as much as Mr. Strong's yellow daffodils charmed our eccentric friend . Having lived so long in the world , he seemed to have lost all " count of time , " and assured me that some middle - aged ladies who had ...
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Page 21 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm...
Page 25 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From, joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against...
Page 61 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them...
Page 104 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 96 - Then the master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand ; And, at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see ! she stirs ! She starts ! she moves ! she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel! And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound She leaps into the ocean's arms ! And, lo!
Page 31 - The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea ; And life in rare and beautiful forms Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the waves his own...
Page 1 - Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn, Im dunkeln Laub die Gold-Orangen glühn, Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht, Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht, Kennst du es wohl? Dahin! Dahin Möcht ich mit dir, o mein Geliebter, ziehn.
Page 145 - Here lie I at the chancel door; Here lie I because I'm poor; The further in the more you'll pay; Here lie I as warm as they.
Page 97 - All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts,— she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Page 45 - Thy blest approach, and oh, to Heaven how lost, If my ingratitude's unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet. How oft my guardian angel gently cried, " Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee ! " And, oh ! how often to that voice of sorrow, " To-morrow we will open," I replied, And when the morrow came, I answered still, "To-morrow.