Rambles in the Lake Country and Its BordersWhittaker, 1861 - 267 sider |
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Side 10
... nowt i ' th ' world but an arran ' sell , getten up by lodg- in ' - heawse keepers , an ' railway chaps , an ' newspapper folk , and sich like waistril devils , a - purpose to bring country folk to th ' wayter - side , an ' pike brass ...
... nowt i ' th ' world but an arran ' sell , getten up by lodg- in ' - heawse keepers , an ' railway chaps , an ' newspapper folk , and sich like waistril devils , a - purpose to bring country folk to th ' wayter - side , an ' pike brass ...
Side 11
... nowt else , -naw , not if th ' whole hole were borne't away , folk and o ' - bigod ! He didn't blame th ' say so mich , -not he . Th ' say would behave itsel ' reet enough , if a rook o ' thievin ' devils would let it alone , an ' not ...
... nowt else , -naw , not if th ' whole hole were borne't away , folk and o ' - bigod ! He didn't blame th ' say so mich , -not he . Th ' say would behave itsel ' reet enough , if a rook o ' thievin ' devils would let it alone , an ' not ...
Side 12
... nowt o ' th ' natur o ' things . " Lame Billy Singleton , a weather - worn fisherman , better known by the name of " Peg Leg , " sat knitting under the win- dow , with his dim eyes bent over a broken net . " Owd England " turned to him ...
... nowt o ' th ' natur o ' things . " Lame Billy Singleton , a weather - worn fisherman , better known by the name of " Peg Leg , " sat knitting under the win- dow , with his dim eyes bent over a broken net . " Owd England " turned to him ...
Side 13
... nowt o't sooart . It's nearly th ' heighest point i't country ; isn't it uncle ? " " Sartiny , " said " Owd England ; " " but , " continued he , " iv ye want to see summat warth rememberin ' , ye mun go to low water . It'll be a rare ...
... nowt o't sooart . It's nearly th ' heighest point i't country ; isn't it uncle ? " " Sartiny , " said " Owd England ; " " but , " continued he , " iv ye want to see summat warth rememberin ' , ye mun go to low water . It'll be a rare ...
Side 22
... nowt were . I offens think it's queer ; bod I've sin cats as good as ony almanac for tellin ' weather , an ' sich like . " " Will it scrat , " said I , stroking " Tib " as she stretched and yawned in my face . " Well , " replied Alice ...
... nowt were . I offens think it's queer ; bod I've sin cats as good as ony almanac for tellin ' weather , an ' sich like . " " Will it scrat , " said I , stroking " Tib " as she stretched and yawned in my face . " Well , " replied Alice ...
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Side 83 - By quick instinctive motion, up I sprung, As thitherward endeavouring, and upright Stood on my feet: about me round I saw Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains, And liquid lapse of murmuring streams; by these Creatures that lived and moved, and walked or flew; Birds on the branches warbling; ~a.ll things smiled; With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflowed.
Side 44 - ... a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and depths that spring out of valleys and hills; a land of wheat, and barley, and vines, and...
Side 108 - Has drunk the flood, and from his lively haunt The trout is banish'd by the sordid stream; Heavy, and dripping, to the breezy brow Slow move the harmless race: where, as they spread Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray, Inly disturb'd, and wondering what this wild Outrageous tumult means, their loud complaints The country fill; and, toss'd from rock to rock, Incessant bleatings run around the hills.
Side 101 - Close to my wooded bank below, In glassy calm the waters sleep, And to the sun-beam proudly show The coral rocks they love to steep...
Side 133 - ... for this deep vale, protect Truth's holy lamp, pure source of bright effect, Gifted to purge the vapoury atmosphere That seeks to stifle it ; as in those days When this low pile a Gospel teacher knew, Whose good works formed an endless retinue : A pastor such as Chaucer's verse portrays; Such as the heaven-taught skill of Herbert drew ; And tender Goldsmith crowned with deathless praise...
Side 216 - Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again : But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow ; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare Today, May become Everlasting Tomorrow.
Side 130 - O'er the parched waste beside an Arab's tent; Or the Indian tree whose branches, downward bent, Take root again, a boundless canopy. How sweet were leisure ! could it yield no more Than mid that wave-washed churchyard to recline, From pastoral graves extracting thoughts divine ; Or there to pace, and mark the summits hoar Of distant moonlit mountains faintly shine, Soothed by the unseen river's gentle roar.
Side 247 - And to begin with his industry; eight hours in each day, during five days in the week, and half of Saturday, except when the labours of husbandry were urgent, he was occupied in teaching. His seat was within the rails of the altar ; the communion-table was his desk; and, like Shenstone's schoolmistress, the master employed himself at the spinning-wheel, while the children were repeating their lessons by his side.
Side 47 - I must not forget to tell you that he not only admired our exploit in crossing the Ulverstone Sands, as a deed of " derring do," but as a decided proof of taste : the Lake scenery, he says, is never seen to such advantage as after the passage of what he calls its majestic barrier.
Side 169 - I've wander'd o'er, Clombe many a crag, cross'd many a moor, But, by my halidome, A scene so rude, so wild as this, Yet so sublime in barrenness, Ne'er did my wandering footsteps press, • Where'er I happ'd to roam."— XIV.