The new estate; or, The young travellers in Wales and Ireland, by the author of 'Portugal'.

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1831
 

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Page 105 - Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish, and indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heaved forth such groans That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting, and the big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase...
Page 105 - Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood: » To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt. Did come to languish: and, indeed, my lord, * Barbed arrows.
Page 4 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ! Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place : Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 178 - And her base elfin brood there for thee left. Such men do chaungelings call, so chaung'd by Faeries theft.
Page 230 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 176 - I'll set you safe from peril. Come all into this nut (quoth she), Come closely in, be ruled by me, Each one may here a chooser be, For room ye need not wrestle, Nor need ye be together heapt.
Page 176 - Forth ran they, by a secret way, Into a brake that near them lay; Yet much they doubted there to stay, Lest Hob should hap to find them; He had a sharp and piercing sight, All one to him the day and night; And therefore were resolved, by flight, To leave this place behind them. At length one chanced to find a nut, In th...
Page 125 - During a severe storm, in the winter of 1789, a ship, belonging to Newcastle, was lost near Yarmouth ; and a Newfoundland dog alone escaped to shore, bringing in his mouth the captain's pocket-book. He landed amidst a number of people, several of whom in vain attempted to take it from him.

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