'Our canoe voyage', how we launched at Hereford and landed at ReadingPrivately printed, 1876 - 371 pàgines |
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'Our canoe voyage', how we launched at Hereford and landed at Reading Malcolm Black Visualització completa - 1876 |
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Pàgina 56 - If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins grey.
Pàgina 29 - Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow ? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost, Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary travellers repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross,
Pàgina 56 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly...
Pàgina 29 - Is there a variance ? enter but his door, Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more : Despairing quacks with curses fled the place, And vile attorneys, now a useless race.
Pàgina 29 - The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon alms-house, neat, but void of state, Where Age and Want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest, The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes, and gives.
Pàgina 172 - By each spot the most unholy In each nook most melancholy, There the traveller meets aghast Sheeted Memories of the Past Shrouded forms that start and sigh As they pass the wanderer by White-robed forms of friends long given, In agony, to the Earth - and Heaven.
Pàgina 29 - Vaga echoes through her winding bounds, And rapid Severn hoarse applause resounds. Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow? From the dry rock who bade the waters flow ? Not to the skies in useless columns tost...
Pàgina 29 - Heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the Market-place, with poor o'erspread, The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread, He feeds yon Alms-house, neat but void of state, Where age and want sit smiling at the gate ; Him...
Pàgina 30 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Pàgina 29 - Thrice happy man ! enabled to pursue What all so wish, but want the power to do ! Oh say, what sums that generous hand supply ? What mines to swell that boundless charity ? P. Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear, This man possess'd — five hundred pounds a year.