A Cotswold Village, Or, Country Life and Pursuits in GloucestershireJ. Murray, 1899 - 431 |
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... seen much nearer London . And I freely confess that most of the subjects included in this book are usually deemed unworthy of consider- ation even in the district itself . Still , there are a few who realise that every county in England ...
... seen much nearer London . And I freely confess that most of the subjects included in this book are usually deemed unworthy of consider- ation even in the district itself . Still , there are a few who realise that every county in England ...
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... seen in the background , and Wittenham Clump stands forth- a conspicuous object for miles . The country round Didcot reminds one very much of the north of France between Calais and Paris one notices the same chalk soil , the same flat ...
... seen in the background , and Wittenham Clump stands forth- a conspicuous object for miles . The country round Didcot reminds one very much of the north of France between Calais and Paris one notices the same chalk soil , the same flat ...
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... seen . But down in the valley all is fertile and full of life . It is here that the old - fashioned villagers dwell . How well I remember the first time I came upon it ! One fine September evening ,. HE village is not a hundred miles ...
... seen . But down in the valley all is fertile and full of life . It is here that the old - fashioned villagers dwell . How well I remember the first time I came upon it ! One fine September evening ,. HE village is not a hundred miles ...
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... seen grass so green and fresh looking , except in certain parts of Ireland . But the wild flowers by the silent river pleased me best of all . Such a medley of graceful , fragrant meadow - sweet , and tall , rough - leaved willow ...
... seen grass so green and fresh looking , except in certain parts of Ireland . But the wild flowers by the silent river pleased me best of all . Such a medley of graceful , fragrant meadow - sweet , and tall , rough - leaved willow ...
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... seen to be gently fanned by the water that rises - never failing even in the hottest and driest of summers - from the invisible rock below . The whole scene - the silent pool at my feet , the rich , well - timbered valley , with its ...
... seen to be gently fanned by the water that rises - never failing even in the hottest and driest of summers - from the invisible rock below . The whole scene - the silent pool at my feet , the rich , well - timbered valley , with its ...
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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 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,
Strona 17 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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...