By Meadow and Stream: Pleasant Memories of Pleasant Places

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Sampson Low, Marston and Company, 1896 - 134 pagine
 

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Pagina 70 - The old man was surprised at this new species of affliction, and knew not what to reply yet was unwilling to be silent. "Sir," said he, "if you had seen the miseries of the world, you would know how to value your present state.
Pagina 127 - Dan shall be a serpent by the way, An adder in the path, That biteth the horse heels, So that his rider shall fall backward.
Pagina 58 - poetry, but choicely good ; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age. Look yonder ! on my word, yonder they both be a-milking again. I will give her the Chub, and persuade them to sing those two songs to us.
Pagina 70 - Loud quack the ducks, the peacocks cry The distant hills are looking nigh. How restless are the snorting swine — The busy flies disturb the kine. Low o'er the grass the swallow wings; The cricket, too, how loud it sings. Puss on the hearth, with .velvet paws, Sits smoothing o'er her whiskered jaws.
Pagina 37 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Pagina 41 - But all is not alway, as all men do say. In April, the koocoo can sing her song by rote, In June of tune she cannot sing a note: At first koocoo. koocoo, sing still can she do ; At last kooke, kooke, kooke, six kookes to one coo.
Pagina 1 - Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom, For sportive youth to stray in ; For manhood to enjoy his strength; And age to wear away in...
Pagina 65 - I'll none now: Give me mine angle; we'll to the river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finn'd fishes; my bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws, and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say 'Ah, ha! you're caught.
Pagina 125 - ... song more sweet, — the vespers of the veery. In English gardens, green and bright and full of fruity treasure, I heard the blackbird with delight repeat his merry measure : The ballad was a pleasant one, the tune was loud and cheery, And yet, with every setting sun, I listened for the veery. But far away, and far away, the tawny thrush is singing; New England woods, at close of day, with that clear chant are ringing: And when my light of life is low, and heart and flesh are weary, I fain would...
Pagina 117 - At last I fell fast asleep on the grass, and awoke with a chorus of birds singing around me, and squirrels running up the trees, and some woodpeckers laughing, and it was as pleasant and rural a scene as ever I saw, and I did not care one penny how any of the beasts or birds had been formed.

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