Between the Heather and the Northern Sea, Band 1R. Bentley, 1884 |
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... Bight here , an ' they say it's the Viking ; an ' if it is , my sister's little boy's aboard - little Davy Drewe . An ' it's nobbut his second voyage , poor bairn ! An ' he is a bonny little lad , miss , an ' sharp as a bree . * But don ...
... Bight here , an ' they say it's the Viking ; an ' if it is , my sister's little boy's aboard - little Davy Drewe . An ' it's nobbut his second voyage , poor bairn ! An ' he is a bonny little lad , miss , an ' sharp as a bree . * But don ...
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... Bight . " Come wi ' ma , come wi ' ma ! " the younger woman entreated when Genevieve paused once in the lane . " Come wi ' ma , and see the last o ' my little lad ! " And again it seemed to Genevieve that there was a voice in the blast ...
... Bight . " Come wi ' ma , come wi ' ma ! " the younger woman entreated when Genevieve paused once in the lane . " Come wi ' ma , and see the last o ' my little lad ! " And again it seemed to Genevieve that there was a voice in the blast ...
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... Bight disclosed itself quite suddenly from the turn at the top of the cliff . It was a wild scene , and impres- sive ; and the sounds that dulled and deadened the hearing were at least as impressive as the sight itself . The houses ...
... Bight disclosed itself quite suddenly from the turn at the top of the cliff . It was a wild scene , and impres- sive ; and the sounds that dulled and deadened the hearing were at least as impressive as the sight itself . The houses ...
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... Bight seemed to be rapidly filling with swift - moving , apprehensive figures . Some came from the north , some from the south , some were going down with Genevieve and the fear - driven women , who seemed to look to her , if not for ...
... Bight seemed to be rapidly filling with swift - moving , apprehensive figures . Some came from the north , some from the south , some were going down with Genevieve and the fear - driven women , who seemed to look to her , if not for ...
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... Bight from Briscoe Point to Soulsgrif Ness . What roar was of the water , and what of the rushing mighty wind , could not be discerned . The sole sound that had distinction there was the shrill crying of the myriad 152 BETWEEN HEATHER ...
... Bight from Briscoe Point to Soulsgrif Ness . What roar was of the water , and what of the rushing mighty wind , could not be discerned . The sole sound that had distinction there was the shrill crying of the myriad 152 BETWEEN HEATHER ...
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afore Ah reckon artist asked Genevieve beautiful BECCLES Black Swan blue blushing boat Canon Gabriel Caton colour cottage daäy Damer dark daughter Dorothy dread Enone eyes face father feeling Gene Genevieve's George Kirkoswald girl glad glance goä goin grey Guinevere hair hand heard heerd hope human Hunsgarth Haggs impression Ishmael Crudas Jael keen Keturah knew lady Langbarugh Moor lifeboat light lips listening live looked Miss Bartholomew Miss Craven Miss Richmond moorland Murk-Marishes ness Netherbank never niver Noel Bartholomew oäd old Luke ower pain painted pale passed picture replied saäy seemed seen Severne silent Sir Galahad smile sorrow soul Soulsgrif Bight speaking spoke stood strong studio sudden Swarthcliff sweet talk tall tell thing tholomew thought Thurkeld Abbas to-day tone touch turned Usselby vieve voice waäy waggon wind woman wonder word Yarrell Croft
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Seite 302 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 210 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Seite 201 - The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Seite 211 - For, don't you mark ? we're made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see; And so they are better, painted — better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that; God uses us to help each other so, Lending our minds out.
Seite 212 - However, you're my man, you've seen the world — The beauty and the wonder and the power, The shapes of things, their colours, lights and shades, Changes, surprises, — and God made it all! — For what? Do you feel thankful, ay or no, For this fair town's face, yonder river's line, The mountain round it and the sky above, Much more the figures of man, woman, child, These are the frame to?
Seite 158 - With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces.
Seite 150 - At length I saw a lady within call, Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there ; A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
Seite 23 - She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine...
Seite 169 - I do distrust the poet who discerns No character or glory in his times, And trundles back his soul five hundred years, AURORA LEIGH. Past moat and drawbridge, into a castle-court, To sing — oh, not of lizard or of toad Alive i...
Seite 100 - Of me you shall not win renown : You thought to break a country heart For pastime, ere you went to town. At me you smiled, but unbeguiled I saw the snare, and I retired : The daughter of a hundred Earls, You are not one to be desired. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, I know you proud to bear your name, Your pride is yet no mate for mine, Too proud to care from whence I came.