A Cotswold Village, Or, Country Life and Pursuits in GloucestershireJ. Murray, 1899 - 431 |
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... look not downwards into the depths of black despair , but upwards into the starry heavens ; let us gaze at the golden evening brighten- ing in the west . Richard Jefferies has taught us that PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION . xi such a ...
... look not downwards into the depths of black despair , but upwards into the starry heavens ; let us gaze at the golden evening brighten- ing in the west . Richard Jefferies has taught us that PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION . xi such a ...
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... look after himself for the rest of his days ! Those were grand old times when the Berkshire , Gloucestershire , and Somersetshire men amused them- selves by cracking each other's heads and cudgel- playing for a gold - laced hat and a ...
... look after himself for the rest of his days ! Those were grand old times when the Berkshire , Gloucestershire , and Somersetshire men amused them- selves by cracking each other's heads and cudgel- playing for a gold - laced hat and a ...
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... look after the labouring classes ; that what rabbits are killed on the manor are not sold , but distributed in the village . There is an old ivy - clad building in the grounds , only a few paces from the manor house . This is the ...
... look after the labouring classes ; that what rabbits are killed on the manor are not sold , but distributed in the village . There is an old ivy - clad building in the grounds , only a few paces from the manor house . This is the ...
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... look upon him as a sort of ogre , who exists merely to screw rents out of the land they till . Those who are dependent on land alone are often the men who do their duty best on their estates , and , poor though they may be , they are ...
... look upon him as a sort of ogre , who exists merely to screw rents out of the land they till . Those who are dependent on land alone are often the men who do their duty best on their estates , and , poor though they may be , they are ...
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... looks cold and uninviting . One may learn much , it is true , of the wonders of nature in the dead time of the year by watching the great trout on the spawn beds as they pile up the gravel day by day , and store up beautiful ...
... looks cold and uninviting . One may learn much , it is true , of the wonders of nature in the dead time of the year by watching the great trout on the spawn beds as they pile up the gravel day by day , and store up beautiful ...
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A Cotswold Village; Or, Country Life and Pursuits in Gloucestershire J. Arthur Gibbs Ograniczony podgląd - 2023 |
A Cotswold Village, Or, Country Life and Pursuits in Gloucestershire Joseph Arthur Gibbs Widok fragmentu - 1983 |
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Ablington ancient ash trees ball beautiful Berkshire Bibury birds Burford BURFORD PRIORY catch Chedworth church Cirencester CIRENCESTER HOUSE Coln colour Cotswold district Cotswold Hills cottages covert cricket cubs deep delightful district earth England Fairford farmers fields fish garden glorious Gloucestershire grass green grey ground half hamlet hand Hatherop hawking horse hounds hundred hunting huntsman keeper labouring large number larvæ light London look Lord lovely manor house may-fly miles never night Northleach old-fashioned once passed Peregrine pheasants pitch play pleasant plough rabbits ride river River Coln Roman scent season seen Shakespeare shooting sport sportsmen spring squire stand stoat stone Stow-on-the-Wold stwuns summer tell things thou town trees trout vale valley village walls whilst wild William Shakespeare wolds wonderful woods yards
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Strona 404 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Strona 259 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in,...
Strona 409 - There are also celestial bodies, and bodies terrestrial; but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another.
Strona 243 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the barge,
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Strona 256 - Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor ^sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...