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Two Gray Tourists: From Papers of Mr. Philemon Perch (1885)
Richard Malcolm Johnston
No preview available - 2009
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Page 163 - And now, to issue from the glen, No pathway meets the wanderer's ken, Unless he climb, with footing nice, A far projecting precipice. The broom's tough roots his ladder made, The hazel saplings lent their aid...
Page 115 - Permit me, sire, further to observe, that whoever has already dared, or shall hereafter endeavour, by false insinuations and suggestions, to alienate your Majesty's affections from your loyal subjects in general, and from the City of London in particular, and to withdraw your confidence in and regard for your people, is an enemy to your Majesty's person and family, a violator of the public peace, and a betrayer of our happy constitution, as it was established at the glorious Revolution.
Page 76 - Humpty together again. ide a cockhorse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady upon a white horse; With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes.
Page 163 - One burnished sheet of living gold, Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled; In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light; And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted laud.
Page 121 - Worship all ye that lovers be this May, For of your bliss the kalends are begun, And sing with us, away, winter away, Come, summer come, the sweet season and sun.
Page 163 - Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare. xv. From the steep promontory gazed The stranger, raptured and amazed, And,
Page 73 - Strike the wise dumb, and teach the fool to speak. It shall be sparing, and too full of riot, Teaching decrepit age to tread the measures; The staring ruffian shall it keep in quiet, Pluck down the rich, enrich the poor with treasures : It shall be raging mad, and silly mild, Make the young old, the old become a child.
Page 120 - So thick the boughis and the leavis green Beshaded all the alleys that there were, And mids of every arbour might be seen The sharpe greene sweete juniper, Growing so fair with branches here and there, That as it seemed to a lyf without, The boughis spread the arbour all about.
Page 170 - Pancras' church, Lord Lovel was laid in the choir ; And out of her bosom there grew a red rose, And out of her lover's a brier, brier, And out of her lover's a brier.
Page 60 - GOUT, He cou'd no longer hold it out. Always a restless life he led, Never at quiet till quite dead. He marry' d, in his latter dayes, ONE who exceeds the common praise ; But wanting breath still to make Known Her true AFFECTION and his OWN, Death. Kindly came, all wants supply'd By giving REST which life deny'd.