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... quiet and beautiful scene ; and it pleases me to think that Britain has thousands and thousands like it . But of course none , in my mind , equal this : for this has been my home for five years . I have been sitting here for an hour ...
... quiet and beautiful scene ; and it pleases me to think that Britain has thousands and thousands like it . But of course none , in my mind , equal this : for this has been my home for five years . I have been sitting here for an hour ...
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... and downhearted . At length , as the sunset is gilding the swept harvest - fields , you reach the quiet little railway station among the hills . It is wonder- ful to see it . There is no village : COUNTRY PARSON'S LIFE . 9.
... and downhearted . At length , as the sunset is gilding the swept harvest - fields , you reach the quiet little railway station among the hills . It is wonder- ful to see it . There is no village : COUNTRY PARSON'S LIFE . 9.
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... quiet ! You interrogate your servant first in the comprehensive question , if all is right . Relieved by his general affirm- ative answer , you descend into particulars . Any one sick in the parish ? how was the church attended on the ...
... quiet ! You interrogate your servant first in the comprehensive question , if all is right . Relieved by his general affirm- ative answer , you descend into particulars . Any one sick in the parish ? how was the church attended on the ...
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... quiet grave . God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb ; or I should wonder how it does not drive some country parsons mad , to think what would become of their children if they were taken away . It is the warm nest upon the rotten bough ...
... quiet grave . God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb ; or I should wonder how it does not drive some country parsons mad , to think what would become of their children if they were taken away . It is the warm nest upon the rotten bough ...
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... quietly slipping into a pew close to the door , will stamp noisily up the passage to the further extrem- ity of the church . Various faces will look up at you week by week , hopelessly blank of all interest or intelli- gence . Some ...
... quietly slipping into a pew close to the door , will stamp noisily up the passage to the further extrem- ity of the church . Various faces will look up at you week by week , hopelessly blank of all interest or intelli- gence . Some ...
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Page 164 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 100 - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark ! how blithe the throstle sings ! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
Page 109 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 216 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
Page 402 - Twill murmur on a thousand years, And flow as now it flows. "And here, on this delightful day, I cannot choose but think How oft, a vigorous man, I lay Beside this fountain's brink. "My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
Page 122 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 319 - O that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee away and be at rest — Ps.
Page 112 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Page 432 - The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee: but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.
Page 295 - From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas — Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides : Fair these broad meads, &c.