The Poacher, and Other Pictures of Country Life

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Ward & Lock, 1858 - Country life - 328 pages
 

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Contents

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31
II
71
III
96
IV
112
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127
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141
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174
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Page 312 - ... great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 292 - ... bury me with my fathers in the cave that is in the field of Ephron the Hittite, in the cave that is in the field of Machpelah, which is before Mamre, in the land of Canaan, which Abraham bought with the field of Ephron the Hittite for a possession of a buryingplace. There they buried Abraham and Sarah his wife ; there they buried Isaac and Rebekah his wife ; and there I buried Leah.
Page 141 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade...
Page 132 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Page 303 - Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?
Page 285 - The rising vapors catch the silver light ; Thence fancy measures, as they parting fly, Which first will throw its shadow on the eye, Passing the source of light ; and thence away, Succeeded quick by brighter still than they.
Page 225 - WITH Face and Fashion to be known, For one of sure Election, With Eyes all white, and many a Groan, With Neck aside to draw in Tone, With Harp in 's Nose, or he is none.
Page 57 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Page 269 - Till dirt adhesive loads his clouted shoes. Welcome, green headland ! firm beneath his feet ; Welcome, the friendly bank's refreshing seat ; There, warm with toil, his panting horses browse Their...
Page 96 - The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide; The hum of bees; the linnet's lay of love; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.

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