Dales, Scenery, Fishing Streams, and Mines of Derbyshire, and Surrounding Counties, Historical and GeologicalW. Kent & Company, 1861 - 173 strani |
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amongst ancient angler arches Arkwright Bakewell banks Baslow beautiful beds Belper BRADFORD DALES bridge built Buxton Castle Castleton caverns Chatsworth Park church cliff close comfortable cottages Crich Cromford cross Darley Darley Bridge deep Derby Derbyshire Dales DERWENT VALLEY Duke of Devonshire Duke of Rutland elegant entrance excellent extensive Eyam feet fishing stream flowing GEOLOGY gothic grayling grit gritstone grounds Haddon Hall handsome Hathersage height hence high road hill Hotel interest LATHKIL AND BRADFORD lead lime limestone lofty magnificent Matlock Bath Matlock Bridge Messrs miles mill miners mines neighbourhood noble obtained pass Peak PEAK CAVERN pretty PROJECTED RAILWAY ROUTE proprietor quarry residence rich ridge river rocks Rowsley scenery seen shale side Sough South Wingfield splendid stands station steep stone stranger toadstone tower town trees Trent trout village visitors Whatstandwell Wingfield Wirksworth woods Youlgreave
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Stran 171 - So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Stran 171 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest . Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Stran 80 - These are thy glorious Works, Parent of good, Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Stran 94 - I would beget content, and increase confidence in the Power, and Wisdom, and Providence of Almighty God, I will walk the Meadows by some gliding stream, and there contemplate the Lilies that take no care, and those very many other various little living creatures, that are not only created but fed (man knows not how) by the goodness of the God of Nature, and therefore trust in him.
Stran 53 - O my beloved nymph, fair Dove, Princess of rivers, how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie, And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a Summer's beam! And in it all thy wanton fry Playing at liberty, And, with my angle, upon them The all of treachery I ever learned industriously to try!
Stran 118 - There was joy for my eye, there was balm for my breathing ; Green branches above me — blue streams at my side : The hand of Creation seemed proudly bequeathing The beauty reserved for a festival tide. I was bound, like a child, by some magical story ; Forgetting the " South" and " Ionian Vales ;" And felt that dear England had temples of Glory, Where any might worship, in Derbyshire Dales. Sweet pass of the " Dove !" 'mid rock, river, and dingle, How great is thy charm for the wanderer's breast...
Stran 117 - When I roved in the sun-flood through Derbyshire Dales. There was joy for my eye, there was balm for my breathing ; Green branches above me — blue streams at my side : The hand of Creation seemed proudly bequeathing The beauty reserved for a festival tide. I was bound, like a child, by some magical story, Forgetting the " South " and " Ionian Vales ;" And felt that dear England had temples of Glory, Where any might worship, in Derbyshire Dales.
Stran 94 - ... when I would beget content, and increase confidence in the power, and wisdom, and providence of Almighty God, I will walk the meadows, by some gliding stream, and there contemplate the lilies that take no care, and those very many other various little living creatures that are not only created, but fed, man knows not how, by the goodness of the God of Nature, and therefore trust in him.
Stran 36 - Spring-head, which from its deep, its eternal source, throws up perpetually, and without limit, " fountains of living waters, of which if a man drink he shall never, die...