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الصفحة 93 - WOODMAN, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand — Thy axe shall harm it not! That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down?
الصفحة 350 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
الصفحة 215 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely, been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
الصفحة 297 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
الصفحة 171 - Muse ? Night and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky : Till down the eastern, cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war.
الصفحة 103 - English sports that have become almost extinct in this country, is that of hawking — a sport which was formerly more popular throughout the land than even hunting or shooting is at the present day. Every one had his hawk, from the lords and ladies down to the lads of the village. Their favourite bird was as much their companion as a faithful dog : and no action was reckoned more dishonourable to a man of rank than to give up his hawk. Several acts of parliament have passed respecting hawks, some...
الصفحة 95 - Mab m., and 25 to 1 against any other. Won by a neck, two lengths between the second and third, a neck between the third and fourth.
الصفحة 178 - And soon a score of fires, I ween, From height, and hill, and cliff, were seen ; Each with warlike tidings fraught ; Each from each the signal caught ; Each after each they glanced to sight, As stars arise upon the night. They gleam'd on many a dusky tarn, Haunted by the lonely earn ; On many a cairn's grey pyramid, Where urns of mighty chiefs lie hid...
الصفحة 118 - Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And Life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.