Homespun: Or, Five and Twenty Years AgoHurd and Houghton, 1867 - 346 pagina's |
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Pagina 23
... true glory . The fire - spirits seem to love best to assemble then . In those late days of Autumn , when the evenings are grown perceptibly longer , and the cricket sings in the corner as if he were hoarse , and the sodden leaves lie ...
... true glory . The fire - spirits seem to love best to assemble then . In those late days of Autumn , when the evenings are grown perceptibly longer , and the cricket sings in the corner as if he were hoarse , and the sodden leaves lie ...
Pagina 24
... true as those of the wintry fire - light . Men afterwards throw back longing glances from the advanced paths of their feverish life - career to an innocent picture like this , and in their hearts confess it is the very realization of ...
... true as those of the wintry fire - light . Men afterwards throw back longing glances from the advanced paths of their feverish life - career to an innocent picture like this , and in their hearts confess it is the very realization of ...
Pagina 30
... true inspiration from the rain . What hidden realms of pleasure the boys and girls explore up there , rummaging the old place from end to end ! Side - saddles and antique bonnets are dragged forth from their twilight domains , to do ...
... true inspiration from the rain . What hidden realms of pleasure the boys and girls explore up there , rummaging the old place from end to end ! Side - saddles and antique bonnets are dragged forth from their twilight domains , to do ...
Pagina 38
... true spirit of romance . Tennyson has shown us how it is attempted in the more exquisite passages of his everywhere - quoted " Maud . " The poet Shenstone wrote from his favorite Leasowes : " I feed my wild ducks , I water my carnations ...
... true spirit of romance . Tennyson has shown us how it is attempted in the more exquisite passages of his everywhere - quoted " Maud . " The poet Shenstone wrote from his favorite Leasowes : " I feed my wild ducks , I water my carnations ...
Pagina 39
... true relish for what those things brought them , and tended a tree or a flower with the same zeal with which they wore the pavement smooth with their frequent devotions . They taught us horticulture , and we are thus be- come their ...
... true relish for what those things brought them , and tended a tree or a flower with the same zeal with which they wore the pavement smooth with their frequent devotions . They taught us horticulture , and we are thus be- come their ...
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Pagina 176 - I'll be as certain to make him a good dish of meat, as I was to catch him. I'll now lead you to an honest ale-house where we shall find a cleanly room, lavender in the windows, and twenty ballads stuck about the wall...
Pagina 39 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man...
Pagina 50 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Pagina 173 - No, Sir ; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Pagina 39 - Almost all you see," said the good old man, " is the work of my own hands, though I am bordering on eighty years of age. My old woman does the weeding, and John mows the turf and digs for me ; but all the nicer work — the sowing, grafting, budding, transplanting, and the like — I trust to no other hand but my own — so long, at least, as my health will allow me to enjoy so pleasing an occupation ; and, in good sooth, the fruits here taste more sweet, and the flowers have a richer perfume, than...
Pagina iii - Happy he whom neither wealth nor fashion, Nor the march of the encroaching city, Drives an exile From the hearth of his ancestral homestead. We may build more splendid habitations, Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures, But we cannot Buy with gold the old associations ! CATAWBA WINE.
Pagina 18 - Above the wood which grides and clangs Its leafless ribs and iron horns Together, in the drifts that pass To darken on the rolling brine That breaks the coast. But fetch the wine. Arrange the board and brim the glass; Bring in great logs and let them lie, To make a solid core of heat; Be cheerful-minded, talk and treat Of all things ev'n as he were by; We keep the day.
Pagina 45 - To be right in the rnidst of your own growing vegetables ; to behold the favorite sunflowers all turned to the east ; to watch the beansprouts, coming up with their twin leaves out of the cleft heart of the seed ; to shave down ranks of red-stemmed weeds with a single sweep of the bright hoe ; to brush your peas, pole your beans, set frames to support your cucumbers and tomatoes, trim your young hedges, hunt the bugs among the squash vines, and plan new paths through beds of vegetables and rows of...
Pagina 188 - Decws et tutamen in armis." There he is in the saddle now ! How proudly that best piece of horse-flesh in the county takes his martial paces across the turf he spurns ! How gayly glitter the epaulettes of his rider — how gracefully waves his plume — how noisily jingle his regimental trappings! He must assuredly feel as if the neck of his steed was