The Brothers Wiffen: Memoirs and MiscellaniesSamuel Rowles Pattison Hodder and Stoughton, 1880 - 375 pages |
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... dancing year . Thus though the night wind wafts my rising sighs , Soon may my soul wing to its native skies . " Accept the love of thy affectionate brother , " J. H. WIFFEN . " IN CHAPTER II . AT WOBURN . " It is AT EPPING . 15.
... dancing year . Thus though the night wind wafts my rising sighs , Soon may my soul wing to its native skies . " Accept the love of thy affectionate brother , " J. H. WIFFEN . " IN CHAPTER II . AT WOBURN . " It is AT EPPING . 15.
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... wing , and follow too ! My hopes are cold , my wishes vain , Yet would kind heaven the boon bestow , I'd pray that you might aye remain For ever such as you are now ! ' " The study of the Poet , looks on one side down upon a grass ...
... wing , and follow too ! My hopes are cold , my wishes vain , Yet would kind heaven the boon bestow , I'd pray that you might aye remain For ever such as you are now ! ' " The study of the Poet , looks on one side down upon a grass ...
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... wing ; the grasshopper sings drow- sily in the thyme ; the shrill cry of the mountain swallow is heard , flying in action over the lake ; the sunbeam is intercepted by a thin cloud ; or the axe of the woodman is repeated by the echo ...
... wing ; the grasshopper sings drow- sily in the thyme ; the shrill cry of the mountain swallow is heard , flying in action over the lake ; the sunbeam is intercepted by a thin cloud ; or the axe of the woodman is repeated by the echo ...
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... wings . " In the " Noctes Ambrosianæ , " the Ettrick Shepherd says , after praising the Howitts , Bernard Barton , etc. , " The best scholar among a ' the Quakers , is Friend Wiffen , a capital translator , Sir Walter tells me , o ...
... wings . " In the " Noctes Ambrosianæ , " the Ettrick Shepherd says , after praising the Howitts , Bernard Barton , etc. , " The best scholar among a ' the Quakers , is Friend Wiffen , a capital translator , Sir Walter tells me , o ...
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... wings , That , rapt in spirit to the Delphic cell , ' Midst its green laurels and prophetic springs , The tuneful labours of past years now seem A brief indulgence , an enchanted dream . II . My pride at noon , my vision of the night ...
... wings , That , rapt in spirit to the Delphic cell , ' Midst its green laurels and prophetic springs , The tuneful labours of past years now seem A brief indulgence , an enchanted dream . II . My pride at noon , my vision of the night ...
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Page 18 - own exceeding great reward ; ' it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
Page 68 - As for nobility in particular persons; it is a reverend thing to see an ancient castle or building not in decay, or to see a fair timber-tree sound and perfect: how much more to behold an ancient noble family, which hath stood against the waves and weathers of time.
Page 16 - For some, that hath abundance at his will, Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store; And other, that hath little, asks no more...
Page 279 - More sweet than odours caught by him who sails Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest.
Page 72 - ... as the other. He that dies in an earnest pursuit is like one that is wounded in hot blood, who for the time scarce feels the hurt' and therefore, a mind fixed and bent upon somewhat that is good, doth avert the dolours of death. But above all, believe it, the sweetest canticle is Nunc dimittis, when a man hath obtained worthy ends and expectations.
Page 1 - ... devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Page 89 - There are among the walks of homely life Still higher, men for contemplation framed, Shy, and unpractised in the strife of phrase: Meek men, whose very souls perhaps would sink Beneath them, summoned to such intercourse: Theirs is the language of the heavens, the power, The thought, the image, and the silent joy: Words are but under-agents in their souls...
Page 249 - ... shall find it prove to him a cornucopia of good fortune, if he can bear it in safety across a running stream. A goblet is still carefully preserved in Eden-hall, Cumberland, which is supposed to have been seized, at such a banquet, by one of the ancient family of Musgrave. The fairy train vanished, crying aloud, " If that glass either break or fall, Farewell the luck of Eden-hall ! " From this prophecy the goblet took the name it bears — the Luck of Kdcn-hM.
Page 255 - Tis dusk of day; — in Eden's towers A mother o'er her infant bends, And lists, amid the whispering bowers, The sound that from the stream ascends. It comes in murmurs up the stairs, A low, a sweet, a mellow voice, And charms away the lady's cares, And bids the mother's heart rejoice. " Sleep sweetly, babe !" 't was heard to say ; " But if the goblet break or fall, Farewell thy vantage in the fray ! Farewell the luck of Eden-hall!
Page 254 - A sudden thought fires Musgrave's brain, — So help him all the Powers of Light ! — He rushes to the festal train, And snatches up that goblet bright ! With three brave bounds the lawn he crossed, The fourth it seats him on his steed ; " Now, Luath ! or thy lord is lost — Stretch to the stream with lightning speed...