Homespun: Or, Five and Twenty Years AgoHurd and Houghton, 1867 - 346 pagina's |
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Pagina 17
... social . It has such playful and tender sympathies , though its tongue be hot and fierce , and its maw ravenous . In the evenings , we sit down in silence before the inviting hearth , and look into its face inquir- ingly for revelations ...
... social . It has such playful and tender sympathies , though its tongue be hot and fierce , and its maw ravenous . In the evenings , we sit down in silence before the inviting hearth , and look into its face inquir- ingly for revelations ...
Pagina 18
... social . But the Age we live in is an everlasting busybody . It invades every nook and corner , let it be ever so quiet and drowsy ; like the tax - gatherer , it passes by no man's door . And with its many other vaunted improvements ...
... social . But the Age we live in is an everlasting busybody . It invades every nook and corner , let it be ever so quiet and drowsy ; like the tax - gatherer , it passes by no man's door . And with its many other vaunted improvements ...
Pagina 30
... social con- solation . One could make himself very happy at home , with dog and cat and books and fam- ily close about him ; but in these by - places , the sentiment seems to get rubbed off by the dirty clothes , and trampled to death ...
... social con- solation . One could make himself very happy at home , with dog and cat and books and fam- ily close about him ; but in these by - places , the sentiment seems to get rubbed off by the dirty clothes , and trampled to death ...
Pagina 55
... social contact ; and hence their Sun- day spirits are dashed with a kind of gloom it would be a hard matter to describe . Why this is really so , why Sunday and a dejected countenance should so regularly come together in rustic ...
... social contact ; and hence their Sun- day spirits are dashed with a kind of gloom it would be a hard matter to describe . Why this is really so , why Sunday and a dejected countenance should so regularly come together in rustic ...
Pagina 64
... social land- scape . The fury and fuss of some Sundays else- where are in sharp enough contrast with one of these blessed Sabbaths in the country . From the still hour when the sun begins to redden the east , the whole roll of the hours ...
... social land- scape . The fury and fuss of some Sundays else- where are in sharp enough contrast with one of these blessed Sabbaths in the country . From the still hour when the sun begins to redden the east , the whole roll of the hours ...
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Pagina 174 - 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 48 - 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 37 - 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 i - 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 171 - 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 37 - 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 16 - 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 42 - ... of his heart, if such a thing could be done, as of pulling up the currant bushes that are so well rooted in the garden. How the red beet-tops glisten in their long rows, as if some pains-taking hand had varnished them, one by one ! How crowded stand those carrots, boring each its long yellow fingers into the mellowed subsoil ! With what a Dutch-like and dogmatic air the swelling cabbages erect their pulpy heads in the performance of the useful work they are set to do! At the further end of the...
Pagina 186 - Decus 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
Pagina 85 - Blue-frodked butchers may be seen scouring around the premises then, picking up what the winter may have added or left over. An old turkey slys in, with a winking eye and an open ear, to peck at. stray seeds and keep the run of the capacious establishment ; mayhap, considering if a snug homenest somewhere hereabout may not, after all, be better than to take the chances of weather and foxes under the birches xon the edge of the woodland.