Category: Essays, Letters & Speeches
"From Nature and her overflowing soul, I had received so much, that all my thoughts Were steeped in feeling; I was only then Contented, when with bliss ineffable I felt the sentiment of Being spread O'er all that moves and all that seemeth still; O'er all that, lost beyond the...
"From Nature and her overflowing soul, I had received so much, that all my thoughts Were steeped in feeling; I was only then Contented, when with bliss ineffable I felt the sent...
2. Part 2Speaking of Foxhow, he said, 'He and the Doctor [Dr. Arnold], you've mappen hard tell o' t' Doctor,--well, he and the Doctor was much i' yan anudder's company; and Wudsworth was...
3. Part 3'But for a' he was a distant man, they war weel spoken on, mind ye, at the Mount,' continued my voluble friend. 'They stood high, and he was a man as paid his way and settled ve...
4. Part 4A boat was called, and leaving the pebbly beach that 'Stott of Oldham' so delights to paint, we rowed across the flooding tide of the Ravenglass harbour to the sand-dunes of hap...
5. Part 5Comes October with breath more cold, She breathes, and the bracken turns to gold, The cherry blushes as red as blood, The rowan flames in the painted wood, The larch-tree tresse...
6. Part 6By courtesy of the owner we pass in front of the garden, gay with its flowers, and full of the sense and sweetness of an English country house. We can hardly gaze at the camp we...
7. Part 7This seems somewhat priggish, but it was the real and earnest William Pearson who spoke. Sociable as he was, fond of seeing a good play, his chief delight, if he was not out in...
8. Part 8The long walks over fell and moor gave way to pony-back, and pony-back gave way {144} to a carriage. It was clear to all who knew that delicately chiselled face and noble brow o...
9. Part 9I said this should stand as Joseph Hawell's last will and testament. No; there was another letter, written evidently just at the end of last year, in which he begs of a neighbou...
10. Part 10Up now through broken boulders, wet with perpetual mist, slippery with sodden leaf of russet gold, up till a double wych elm, or two elms bound in sisterly embrace--as if they h...
11. Part 11For in an age when the gambling spirit was abroad, it will be remembered that John Crozier never bet a penny in his life. 'I did yance think o' betting a hawpeth o' snaps,' he o...
12. Part 12No, no! this last couplet was untrue; the anemones had not yet opened their delicate {228} shells, and the blackthorn buds were only dimmest seed-pearls of yellowish lustre. But...