Our Village: Sketches of Rural Character and Scenery, Volume 4

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Geo. B. Whitaker, 1830 - Country life - 292 pages

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Page 114 - Call for the robin redbreast, and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the fieldmouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm. And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men.
Page 259 - How beautiful the lane is to-day, decorated with a thousand colours ! The brown road, and the rich verdure that borders it, strewed with the pale yellow leaves of the elm, just beginning to fall ; hedge-rows glowing with long wreaths of the bramble in every variety of purplish red ; and overhead the unchanged green of the fir, contrasting with the spotted sycamore, the tawny beech, and the dry sere leaves of the oak, which rustle as the light wind passes through them : a few common hardy yellow flowers...
Page 227 - Patty a night's misery, to be compensated by a lifetime of happiness. Jane was almost as glad to lose a lover as her sister was to regain one. Charles is gone home to his father's to make preparations for his bride; Archibald has taken a great nursery garden, and there is some talk in Aberleigh that the marriage of the two sisters is to be celebrated on the same day.
Page 101 - Creeping like beaded coral ; whilst around Flourish the copse's pride, anemones. With rays like golden studs on ivory laid Most delicate ; but touched with purple clouds, Fit crown for April's fair but changeful brow.
Page 290 - God made the Country and man made the Town !" I wonder in which of the two divisions Cowper would have placed Richmond. Every Londoner would laugh at the rustic who should call it town, and with foreigners it passes pretty generally for a sample (the only one they see) of the rural villages of England ; and yet it is no more like the country, the real untrimmed genuine country, as we see it hereabouts for instance, than a garden is like a field.
Page 341 - Dr. Uvedale, of Enfield, is a great lover of plants, and having an extraordinary art in managing them, is become master of the greatest and choicest collection of exotic greens that is perhaps, any where in this land. His greens take up six or seven houses or roomsteads. His orange trees and largest myrtles fill up his biggest house, and another house is filled with myrtles of a less size, and...
Page 343 - ... rudely, and sometimes the coneys work under the wall into the garden. " 22. Mr. Richardson at East Barnet has a pretty garden with fine walks and good flowers ; but the garden not being walled about, they have less summer fruit, yet are therefore, the more industrious in managing the peach and apricot dwarf standards, which, they say, supply them plentifully with very good fruit. There is a good...
Page 296 - American fashioned borders, no kalmias or azaleas or magnolias, or such heathen shrubs ! No flimsy China roses ! Nothing new-fangled ! None but flowers of the olden time, arranged in gay formal knots, staid, and prim, and regular, and without a leaf awry.
Page 319 - In the solemn silence of the night, and on the shores of the enemy, he paused a moment to consider a plan which had been projected and matured amidst the bustle of a camp, and in a place of safety. The night was excessively dark ; and a stranger to the country, his sole reliance upon a direct and expeditious movement to the head-quarters of...
Page 226 - Patty cried herself to sleep: but such sleep is not of long duration. Before dawn she was up, and pacing, with restless irritability, the dewy grass-walks of the garden and orchard. In less than half an hour, a light elastic step (she knew the sound well!) came rapidly behind her; a hand, (oh, how often had she thrilled at the touch of that hand!) tried to draw hers under his own; whilst a well-known voice addressed her in the softest, and tenderest accents; " Patty, my own sweet Patty! have you...

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