Highways and Byways in East Anglia

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Macmillian and Company, limited, 1901 - England - 406 pages

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Page 169 - ... drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear : And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date : But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allayed, No light propitious shone, When, snatched from all effectual...
Page 389 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war...
Page 247 - I sought them or wished them, 'twould add one fear more — That of making a countess when almost four-score. But Fortune, who scatters her gifts out of season, Though unkind to my limbs, has still left me my reason ; And whether she lowers or lifts me, I'll try In the plain simple style I have lived in to die : For ambition too humble, for meanness too high.
Page 240 - Met you not with my true love By the way as you came ? How should I know your true love, That have met many a one As I came from the holy land, That have come, that have gone...
Page 25 - Stand to it noble pikemen, And look you round about : And shoot you right you bowmen, And we will keep them out : You musket and calllver* men, Do you prove true to me, I'll be the foremost man in fight, Says brave lord Willoughbey.
Page 245 - HERE I am at Houghton ! and alone ! in this spot, where (except two hours last month) I have not been in sixteen years ! Think, what a crowd of reflections...
Page 390 - And a bold, artful, surly, savage race; Who, only skill'd to take the finny tribe, The yearly dinner, or septennial bribe, Wait on the shore, and, as the waves run high, On the tost vessel bend their eager eye, Which to their coast directs its vent'rous way; Theirs, or the ocean's, miserable prey.
Page 275 - Yet to do the folks justice, they are sensible, and reasonable, and civilized; their very language is polished since I lived among them. I attribute this to their more frequent intercourse with the world and the capital, by the help of good roads and post-chaises, which, if they have abridged the king's dominions, have at least tamed his subjects.
Page 110 - When the funeral pyre was out, and the last valediction over, men took a lasting adieu of their interred friends, little expecting the curiosity of future ages should comment upon their ashes; and, having no old experience of the duration of their relics, held no opinion of such after-considerations.
Page 155 - Wood and the patches of the primeval forest ; while dark green alders, and pale green reeds, stretched for miles round the broad lagoon, where the coot clanked, and the bittern boomed, and the sedge-bird, not content with its own sweet song, mocked the notes of all the birds around ; while high overhead hung motionless, hawk beyond hawk, buzzard beyond buzzard, kite beyond kite, as far as eye could see.

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