The Playground and the Parlour: A Handbook of Boys' Games, Sports, and AmusementsT. Nelson and Sons, 1868 - 354 sayfa |
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Sayfa 199 - 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 steaming column, and the cups That cheer, but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in."— COWPER.
Sayfa 295 - window. Time lost can never be recovered. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it. A friend in need is a
Sayfa 317 - scarce get out his notes for joy, But shook his song together as he neared His happy home, the ground. To left and right. The cuckoo told his name to all the hills; The mellow ouzel fluted in the elm; The redcap whistled; and the nightingale Sang
Sayfa 336 - wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of
Sayfa 336 - pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drank, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: Tis not through
Sayfa 135 - My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents slain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed. With white, round, polished pebbles spread. Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze thy waters make.
Sayfa 309 - The certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe ; The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low.