Favorite Haunts and Rural Studies: Including Visits to Spots of Interest in the Vicinity of Windsor and Eton |
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... kind indulgence with which the Public have received my former works , has been perhaps my chief inducement in offering the present one , which may be considered as a trifling contribution towards preserving a recollection of some places ...
... kind indulgence with which the Public have received my former works , has been perhaps my chief inducement in offering the present one , which may be considered as a trifling contribution towards preserving a recollection of some places ...
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... kind of dry basin , where he purposes to place his orange trees next summer . The banks that rise from it are planted thick with flowering shrubs , and some evergreens . There are terrace walks on two sides of it , one a short gravel ...
... kind of dry basin , where he purposes to place his orange trees next summer . The banks that rise from it are planted thick with flowering shrubs , and some evergreens . There are terrace walks on two sides of it , one a short gravel ...
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... kind of dry basin , or the fine hawthorn hedge which fenced the lane , but we found ourselves at last at the second lodge , which was occupied by an aged female , who had been its occupant for upwards of sixty years . Her recol- lection ...
... kind of dry basin , or the fine hawthorn hedge which fenced the lane , but we found ourselves at last at the second lodge , which was occupied by an aged female , who had been its occupant for upwards of sixty years . Her recol- lection ...
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... kind , and reminding me of those pretty lines of the poet of Ireland- See how beneath the moonbeam's smile Yon little billow heaves its breast , And foams and sparkles for awhile , And , murmuring , then subsides to rest . On looking at ...
... kind , and reminding me of those pretty lines of the poet of Ireland- See how beneath the moonbeam's smile Yon little billow heaves its breast , And foams and sparkles for awhile , And , murmuring , then subsides to rest . On looking at ...
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... kind - hearted rector of the parish who accompanied me to Hampden and Checquers , and who showed me the entry of the death of the celebrated patriot in the parish register . It is thought to have been an interpolation , having been ...
... kind - hearted rector of the parish who accompanied me to Hampden and Checquers , and who showed me the entry of the death of the celebrated patriot in the parish register . It is thought to have been an interpolation , having been ...
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Page 51 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an