Lavengro: The Scholar--the Gypsy--the Priest, Band 1J. Murray, 1851 |
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acquainted agrah amidst amongst Antinomian appeared Bagg says beautiful better Bible brother castle child choughs countenance Danes dark David Haggart DOG OF PEACE England English eyes face father fellow flinty hills French gentleman gorgio Greek Gwilym hand HAUNTED GROUND head heard heart hill honour horse Ireland Irish Jasper Jerry Grant John Newton kind king lane language Latin Latin language Lilly's live LODOWICK MUGGLETON looked MAN-THE master mind Morfydd mother Murtagh never Norman Cross once Papist passed peace perhaps poor regiment respect rest Rommany sap-engro scarcely seen Shorsha side soldiers speak stone stood strange SWANTON MORLEY talking tall Tawno tell Templemore tent thee there's things thought tongue turned viper wall whilst wild Willie Wallace wish woman wonder words young
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Seite 6 - Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof : thou makest it soft with the drops of rain, and blessest the increase of it.
Seite 209 - England," said the very old man, taking a knobbed stick from his mouth, and looking me in the face, at first carelessly, but presently with something like interest ; " he is old like myself, but can still trot his twenty miles an hour. You won't live long, my swain ; tall and overgrown ones like thee never does ; yet, if you should chance to reach my years, you may boast to thy great grand boys, thou hast seen Marshland Shales.
Seite 328 - God that it is ; all I have to say is, that the French still live on the other side of the water, and are still casting their eyes hitherward— and that in the days of pugilism it was no vain boast to say, that one Englishman was a match for two of t'other race ; at present it would be a vain boast to say so, for these are not the days of pugilism.
Seite 325 - There's night and day, brother, both sweet things ; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things ; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother ; who would wish to die ? " " I would wish to die " " You talk like a Gorgio—which is the same as talking like a fool.
Seite 263 - ... to leave it; bound along if you can ; if not, on hands and knees follow it, perish in it, if needful ; but ye need not fear that : no one ever yet died in the true path of his calling before he had attained the pinnacle. Turn into other paths, and for a momentary advantage or gratification ye had sold your inheritance, your immortality. Ye will never be heard of after death. "My father has given me a hundred and fifty pounds," said my brother to me one morning, "and something which is better...
Seite 333 - Tis a treat to see thee, Tom of Bedford, in thy " public " in Holborn way, whither thou hast retired with thy well-earned bays. 'Tis Friday night, and nine by Holborn clock. There sits the yeoman at the end of his long room, surrounded by his friends : glasses are filled, and a song is the cry, and a song is sung well suited to the place ; it finds an echo in every heart — fists are clenched, arms are waved, and the portraits of the mighty fighting men of yore, Broughton, and Slack, and Ben, which...
Seite 62 - ... looked up, and perceiving me, uttered a strange kind of cry, and the next moment both the woman and himself were on their feet and rushing out upon me. I retreated a few steps, yet 'without turning to flee. I was not, however, without apprehension, which, indeed, the appearance of these two people was well calculated to inspire. The woman was a stout figure, seemingly between thirty and forty ; she wore no cap, and her long hair fell on either side of her head, like horse-tails, half way down...
Seite 326 - "There's the sun and stars, brother.' '"In blindness, Jasper?' '"There's the wind on the heath, brother; if I could only feel that, I would gladly live for ever. Dosta, we'll now go to the tents and put on the gloves; and I'll try to make you feel what a sweet thing it is to be alive, brother!
Seite 15 - Pon my conscience, my dear, I believe that you must be troubled there yourself to tell me any such thing. It is not my habit to speak to children, inasmuch as I hate them, because they often follow...
Seite 37 - I knew to be a gun at a dreadful shape in the water ; fire was flashing from the muzzle of the gun, and the monster appeared to be transfixed. I almost thought I heard its cry. I remained motionless, gazing upon the picture, scarcely daring to draw my breath, lest the new and wondrous world should vanish of which I had now obtained a glimpse. 'Who are those people, and what could have brought them into that strange situation...