Category: Essays, Letters & Speeches

Country Rambles, and Manchester Walks and Wild Flowers Being Rural Wanderings in Cheshire, Lancashire, Derbyshire, and Yorkshire

Wide as may be the circle covered by a great town, we come to the country at last. Let the bricks and mortar stride far as they will over the greensward, there are always sanctuaries beyond--sweet spots where we may yet listen to the singing of the birds, and pluck the early p...

Chapters

19. CHAPTER XVIII.

All lovers of the woods and fields are interested in our native birds. Many of their sincerest pleasures are associated with birds; they listen for the song of the thrush in ear...

18. CHAPTER XVII.

The Bridegroom Sea Is toying with his wedded spouse, the shore. He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, Then, proud, runs up to kiss...

14. CHAPTER XIII.

So rich a shade, so green a sod, Our English fairies never trod; Yet who in Indian bower has stood, But thought on England's "good green wood?" And bless'd, beneath the palmy sh...

5. CHAPTER IV.

Should any of our unknown companions in these rambles be vegetarians, they will please here take notice that Carrington Moss is in the summer-time a scene of ravenous slaughter...

15. CHAPTER XIV.

O 'tis a quiet spirit-healing nook Which all, methinks, would love; but chiefly he The humble man, who in his early years Knew just so much of folly as had made His riper manhoo...

17. CHAPTER XVI.

As the stern grandeur of a Gothic tower Awes us less deeply in its morning hour, Than when the shades of time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall, The tender image...

16. CHAPTER XV.

Though I be hoar, I fare as doth a tree That blosmeth ere the fruit y-woxen be; The blosmy tree is neither drie ne ded; I feel me nowhere hoar but on my hed; Mine harte and all...

20. CHAPTER XIX.

As he who southward sails, beholds each night, New constellations rise, all clear and fair; So, o'er the waters of the world, as we Reach the mid zone of life, or go beyond, Bea...

3. CHAPTER II.

The part of the country round Manchester which supplies the greatest number of different wild-flowers, and of rare kinds in particular, is unquestionably the neighbourhood of Bo...

6. CHAPTER V.

There is not a more delightful ride out of town, at any season of the year, than through Rusholme and Didsbury to Cheadle. The country is on either hand fertile and pleasantly w...

4. CHAPTER III.

When the month of May Is come, and I can hear the small birds sing, And the fresh flourès have begun to spring, Good bye, my book! devotion, too, good bye!

13. CHAPTER XII.

My heart leaps up when I behold The rainbow in the sky-- So was it when I was a boy; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!

2. CHAPTER I.

Wide as may be the circle covered by a great town, we come to the country at last. Let the bricks and mortar stride far as they will over the greensward, there are always sanctu...

9. CHAPTER VIII.

What exhibitions various hath the world Witness'd of mutability in all That we account most durable below! Change is the diet on which all subsist, Created changeable, and chang...

12. CHAPTER XI.

But the dell, Bathed in the mist, is fresh and delicate As vernal corn-field, or the unripe flax, When through its half-transparent stalks at eve The level sunshine glimmers wit...

10. CHAPTER IX.

It is fine To stand upon some lofty mountain-thought, And feel the spirit stretch into a view: To joy in what might be if will and power For good would work together but one hou...

7. CHAPTER VI.

Oh, my lord, lie not idle: The chiefest action for a man of great spirit Is never to be out of action. We should think The soul was never put into the body, Which has so many ra...

11. CHAPTER X.

When the L. and N. W. opened its branch from Stockport to Buxton, June 15th, 1863, every one loving the country had visions of immense delight among the sweet and then scarcely...

8. CHAPTER VII.

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, doth approve By his lov...

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