Wood Leighton, Or, a Year in the Country, Volumes 1-3

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Carey, Lea & Blanchard., 1837 - Country life
 

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Page 61 - Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness
Page 148 - But who is this, what thing of sea or land ? Female of sex it seems, That, so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Comes this way, sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger, a damsel train behind.
Page 163 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily merrily mingle they,
Page 38 - And brought his youth with sorrow to the grave. I knew an aged swain, whose hoary head Was bent with years, the village chronicle, Who much had seen, and from the former times Much had received. He, hanging o'er the hearth In winter ev'nings, to the gaping swains, And children circling round the fire, would tell Stories of old, and tales of other times.
Page 56 - I to the ocean gave My mind, and thoughts as restless as the wave. Where crowds assembled I was sure to run, Hear what was said, and muse on what was done. To me the wives of seamen loved to tell What storms endanger'd men esteem'd so well ; No ships were wreck'd upon that fatal beach But I could give the luckless tale of each.
Page 137 - ... comes it that in so many minds autumn is associated with melancholy and gloom ? Much is there in its sombre hues and grateful stillness to soothe, much to soften, much to calm ; little, surely, to depress or sadden. What more glorious than October ! The very hedges are brilliant with the rich colour of their dying leaves and their various berries — the black privet and buckthorn, the hips and haws of bright scarlet and deep crimson. The ruddy squirrel is busily employed beneath the beech-trees...
Page 140 - Irish beggar should not have a spice of mystery about him, and possess a secret of his own, as well as anybody else, I can see no reason. Old Daniel was exactly of my way. of thinking ; and so, if he had a secret, or a particular reason for fixing his abode, he kept them to himself. One thing was evident enough, — he was very fond of the old woman. Whilst she lived, he maintained her by the fruits of his rambles ; and, at her death, he...
Page 160 - I only ask you to tell me if he disapproves of its going any further. I owed you a letter in return for the kind one you sent me ; and, if I do not hear from you to the contrary, I shall take silence, if not for consent, at least not for prohibition.
Page 34 - Plague on't now, Sneer, I shall take it ill ! — I believe you want to take away my character as an author. Sneer. Then I am sure you ought to be very much obliged to me. Sir Fret.
Page 68 - Heaven and in thy sight, make me as one of thy hired servants ! " At that very time, poor Jeffkins sate in his solitary home, and thought upon his daughter and wept.

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