Highways and Byways in SussexMacmillan & Company, Limited, 1904 - 424 strani |
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Abbey Alciston Alfriston Amberley Arundel Ashdown Forest Battle beautiful birds Bosham Boxgrove Bramber Brede Brighton Burwash called Castle century CHAP CHAPTER Charles Charlton charming Chichester church churchyard Cowdray cricket Crowborough Cuckfield deer Ditchling Downs Duke Earl east East Grinstead East Hoathly Eastbourne England English epitaph famous Felpham Firle Forest Glynde Grinstead Harting Hastings Hayley head Heathfield Henry hill Hoathly horse Horsfield Horsham hundred Hurstmonceux interesting John King Lady land Lewes lived London Lord Mayfield Midhurst miles neighbourhood never night Northiam once Park passed perhaps Petworth Pevensey poet pond Pyecombe Queen road Roman Rottingdean Saxon says seen Shoreham side Slaugham smugglers South spire squire stands Stane Street Steyning stone Street Sussex Thomas tomb tower town trees Tunbridge turf Udimore vicar village walk Weald William Winchelsea Withyham wood
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 398 - For though the Muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain, Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Stran 74 - If I ever become a rich man, Or if ever I grow to be old, I will build a house with deep thatch To shelter me from the cold, And there shall the Sussex songs be sung And the story of Sussex told.
Stran 29 - Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels joined the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Stran 73 - That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind ; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea; And it's there walking in the high woods That I could wish to be, And the men that were boys when I was a boy Walking along with me.
Stran 322 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Stran 73 - Comes surely from our Sister the Spring When over the sea she flies; The violets suddenly bloom at her feet, She blesses us with surprise.
Stran 64 - Ye gentle birds, that perch aloof, And smooth your pinions on my roof, Preparing for departure hence Ere winter's angry threats commence ; Like you my soul would smooth her plume For longer flights beyond the tomb. " May God, by whom is seen and heard Departing man and wandering bird, In mercy mark us for His own And guide us to the land unknown!
Stran 24 - Though I have now travelled the Sussex Downs upwards of thirty years, yet I still investigate that chain of majestic mountains with fresh admiration year by year; and I think I see new beauties every time I traverse it.
Stran 290 - We set out at six in the morning, by torchlight, to go to Petworth, and did not get out of the coaches (save only when we were overturned or stuck fast in the mire) till we arrived at our journey's end.
Stran 322 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...