A Danish ParsonageKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1884 - 356 páginas |
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Página 151 - Good God ! how sweet are all things here ! How beautiful the fields appear ! How cleanly do we feed and lie ! Lord ! what good hours do we keep ! How quietly we sleep...
Página 3 - O sir, doubt not but that angling is an art. Is it not an art to deceive a trout with an artificial fly ? a trout that is more sharp-sighted than any hawk you have named, and more watchful and timorous than your high-mettled merlin is bold ! and yet I doubt not to catch a brace or two to-morrow for a friend's breakfast. Doubt not, therefore, sir, but that angling is an art...
Página 238 - ... to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Página 174 - Det var en Lørdag Aften, jeg sad og vented dig, — du loved mig at komme vist, men kom dog ej til mig!
Página 95 - I ever saw : it stands in a kind of peninsula, too, with % delicate clear river about it. I dare hardly go in. lest I should not like it so well within as without ; but by your leave I '11 try. Why this is better and better, fine lights, finely wainscoted, and all exceeding neat, with a marble table and all in the middle.
Página 84 - They that in private, by themselves alone, Do pray, may take What liberty they please, In choosing of the ways Wherein to make Their soul's most intimate affections known To him that sees in secret, when They are most conceal'd from other men.
Página 122 - ANGLER'S SONG As inward love breeds outward talk, The hound some praise, and some the hawk, Some better pleased with private sport Use tennis, some a mistress court : But these delights I neither wish Nor envy, while I freely fish. Who hunts doth oft in danger ride; Who hawks lures oft both far and wide ; Who uses games shall often prove A loser; but who falls in love Is fettered in fond Cupid's snare. My angle breeds me no such care.
Página 267 - Where we will sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed our flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And then a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers and a kirtle Embroidered o'er with leaves of myrtle.
Página 313 - SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street ! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers ! Make music...
Página 108 - I shall love you for it as long as I know you : I would you were a brother of the Angle, for a companion that is cheerful, and free from swearing and scurrilous discourse, is worth gold. I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another next morning...