This Realm, this EnglandChatto & Windus, 1913 - 340 strani |
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autumn Aylmer Bakky beauty bird black redstart black-headed gull blackcap butterflies carrier carrion crow chalk CHAPTER charm cliff coast Cobbett colour corbies doubt dusk earth England English field flint goldcrest green grey grey wagtail gull hard hazel Hengistbury Hengistbury Head hills hour human hundred hurdle hurdler imagine jackdaw kind knife-grinder land least light live long-tailed look magic miles morning moth mystery Nature nest never nightingale old order perfect perhaps petrel pine marten rabbit redbreast ringdove Ronan's rookery rooks sainfoin scene season seems seen Shakespeare's shooting sing small birds soil song spot spring squire stoat storm stream summer tail tawny owl thing thought titmouse to-day touch town trees true turn village wagtail watch whilst whole wild willow warbler wind wing winter wonder wood workers wren
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 41 - Story ! God bless you ! I have none to tell, Sir; Only last night a-drinking at the ' Chequers,' This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle.
Stran 54 - This country, though so open, has its beauties. The homesteads in the sheltered bottoms with fine lofty trees about the houses and yards, form a beautiful contrast with the large open fields. The little villages, running straggling along the dells (always with lofty trees and rookeries) are very interesting objects, even in the winter. You feel a sort of satisfaction, when you are out upon the bleak hills yourself, at the thought of the shelter, which is experienced in the dwellings in the valleys.
Stran 43 - Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeRoad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissors to grind O!" Tell me, knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives? Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the squire? or parson of the parish? Or the attorney? Was it the squire for killing of his game? or Covetous parson for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion tremble...
Stran 42 - I should be glad to drink your Honour's health in A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence; But for my part, I never love to meddle With politics, sir.
Stran 140 - Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.
Stran 307 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Stran 151 - As for those wingy mysteries in divinity, and airy subtleties in religion, which have unhinged the brains of better heads, they never stretched the pia mater of mine. Methinks there be not impossibilities enough in religion for an active faith...
Stran 193 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Stran 63 - OH, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth; Listening the while, where on the heap of stones The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.