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... road , it leads the wanderer over verdant meadows , through fields of golden grain , or amid the still recesses of sheltering woodlands , he will not grudge the lengthening of his journey . Along such path- ways , which best afford ...
... road , it leads the wanderer over verdant meadows , through fields of golden grain , or amid the still recesses of sheltering woodlands , he will not grudge the lengthening of his journey . Along such path- ways , which best afford ...
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... Road , St. John's Wood Thomas Hood . . No. 1 , Adam Street , Adelphi Hood's Grave in Kensal Green Cemetery Medallion on Hood's Monument ROYAL WINCHESTER 350 351 353 354 355 357 362 363 366 Wolvesey Castle . 371 Hyde Abbey . 373 Supposed ...
... Road , St. John's Wood Thomas Hood . . No. 1 , Adam Street , Adelphi Hood's Grave in Kensal Green Cemetery Medallion on Hood's Monument ROYAL WINCHESTER 350 351 353 354 355 357 362 363 366 Wolvesey Castle . 371 Hyde Abbey . 373 Supposed ...
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... road The going down and up another's stairs . " It may have been otherwise ; we cannot tell ; but to the high - spirited man there are few trials so galling as waiting for the oportunity to put out to usury the talents of which he is ...
... road The going down and up another's stairs . " It may have been otherwise ; we cannot tell ; but to the high - spirited man there are few trials so galling as waiting for the oportunity to put out to usury the talents of which he is ...
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... road bends towards the old church , stand cot- tages out of which Anne Hathaway or Master William Shakespeare might step at any moment . Lovingly the weather - stained thatch has grown into harmony with the old walls over which it ...
... road bends towards the old church , stand cot- tages out of which Anne Hathaway or Master William Shakespeare might step at any moment . Lovingly the weather - stained thatch has grown into harmony with the old walls over which it ...
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... road is so far away that not even the engine's shriek carries to this quiet dell . There is a meandering valley called " The Lythe , " the village has a vocabulary of its own , and there is a choice of two paths towards — — the old ...
... road is so far away that not even the engine's shriek carries to this quiet dell . There is a meandering valley called " The Lythe , " the village has a vocabulary of its own , and there is a choice of two paths towards — — the old ...
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Page 104 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 162 - His house was known to all the vagrant train. He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.
Page 152 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Page 162 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 160 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Page 263 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 112 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 36 - To the most mightie and magnificent Empresse Elizabeth, by the grace of God Queene of England, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc.
Page 181 - This kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit, with the unceasing moil of a galley-slave - brought me to my sixteenth year; a little before which period I first committed the sin of rhyme.
Page 190 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O