A pilgrimage to the shrines of Buckinghamshire [signed J.L.].Hall, Virtue, & Company, 1860 - 139 Seiten |
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amid ancient arches battle of Naseby Beaconsfield beauty beech beneath the shade boughs bowers Bradenham branches breeze bright BUCKINGHAMSHIRE BURNHAM BEECHES calm charms churchyard Cliefden dark depths DROPMORE Edmund EDMUND BURKE Edmund Waller enter Eton Eton College fair fame fancies feel filled find ourselves flowers footsteps fragrant genius gentle glorious grass green hallowed Hampden Hampden House heart High Wycombe hill JOHN HAMPDEN joyous lane leafy Leaving light linger little church lofty lonely mansion meadows memory mingle muse noble o'er Olney parish park passed path pausing to gaze peaceful Perchance pleasant poet poet's polished language quiet road roof rustic sacred scene shadow shady silent slowly smiling song sorrow spirit spot stands Stoke Poges strolled summer surrounded sweet sylvan thee thou time-worn tomb tower trees verdant visions Waller walls wander waving Weston Underwood Wooburn wood woodland yonder
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Seite 64 - At the foot of one of these squats me I, (il penseroso) and there grow to the trunk for a whole morning. The timorous hare and sportive squirrel gambol around me like Adam in Paradise, before he had an Eve ; but I think he did not use to read Virgil, as I commonly do there.
Seite 116 - The toil which stole from thee so many an hour Is ended — and the fruit is at thy feet ! No longer where the woods to frame a bower With interlaced branches mix and meet, Or where, with sound like many voices sweet, Waterfalls leap among wild islands green Which framed for my lone boat a lone retreat Of moss-grown trees and weeds, shall I be seen : But beside thee, where still my heart has ever been.
Seite 13 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Seite 134 - How airy and how light the graceful arch, Yet awful as the consecrated roof Re-echoing pious anthems ! while beneath The chequered earth seems restless as a flood Brushed by the wind. So sportive is the light Shot through the boughs, it dances as they dance, Shadow and sunshine intermingling quick, And darkening and enlightening, as the leaves Play wanton, every moment, every spot.
Seite 63 - I have at the distance of half a mile, through a green lane, a forest (the vulgar call it a common) all my own, at least as good as so, for I spy no human thing in it but myself.
Seite 63 - I spy no human thing in it but myself. It is a little chaos of mountains and precipices; mountains, it is true, that do not ascend much above the clouds, nor are the declivities quite so amazing as Dover cliff; but just such hills as people who love their necks as well as I do may venture to climb, and crags that give the eye as much pleasure as if they were more dangerous.
Seite 63 - I do may venture to climb, and crags that give the eye as much pleasure as if they were more dangerous. Both vale and hill are covered with most venerable beeches, and other very reverend vegetables, that like most other ancient people, are always dreaming out their old stories to the winds...
Seite 119 - ... where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues. Can i then Part with such constant pleasures, to embrace Uncertain vanities? No, be it your care To augment a heap of wealth : it shall be mine To increase in knowledge.
Seite 119 - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
Seite 64 - ... other very reverend vegetables, that, like most other ancient people, are always dreaming out their old stories to the winds, And as they bow their hoary tops relate, In murm'ring sounds, the dark decrees of fate ; While visions, as poetic eyes avow, Cling to each leaf, and swarm on every bough.