The Manchester Quarterly: A Journal of Literature and Art, 第 4 卷Abel Heywood, 1885 |
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... Burnley valley the final d in any word has almost invariably the full , prolonged sound of d , only a short distance away it is just as regularly pronounced t . On the other hand , and again only a mile or two away , viz . , in the ...
... Burnley valley the final d in any word has almost invariably the full , prolonged sound of d , only a short distance away it is just as regularly pronounced t . On the other hand , and again only a mile or two away , viz . , in the ...
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... Burnley valley , the locality with which at present we have to deal , a writer on the subject goes the length of stating that " it probably con- tains the greatest number of purely dialectic words , or idioms , of any folk - speech in ...
... Burnley valley , the locality with which at present we have to deal , a writer on the subject goes the length of stating that " it probably con- tains the greatest number of purely dialectic words , or idioms , of any folk - speech in ...
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... Burnley Valley that day , for in addition to having donned his best suit and spent two hours in rubbing his brass watchguard bright , he had bought a fancy dickey and two twopenny - halfpenny cigars , and he meant to try for the first ...
... Burnley Valley that day , for in addition to having donned his best suit and spent two hours in rubbing his brass watchguard bright , he had bought a fancy dickey and two twopenny - halfpenny cigars , and he meant to try for the first ...
第 164 頁
... Burnley , taking with him five cocks in " pooaks , " dubbed , clipped , and steeled for a main , three bull - dogs to fight , and a bull to bait . When they heard this , several voices called out " yer him , yer him ! " and Dick - i ...
... Burnley , taking with him five cocks in " pooaks , " dubbed , clipped , and steeled for a main , three bull - dogs to fight , and a bull to bait . When they heard this , several voices called out " yer him , yer him ! " and Dick - i ...
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... Burnley valley on his way to the Roe Buck Inn , Portsmouth , a railway collision occurred . As soon as the claimants heard of this they hasted off to see if Langsettle was amongst the rubbish ; they found him all right , excepting he ...
... Burnley valley on his way to the Roe Buck Inn , Portsmouth , a railway collision occurred . As soon as the claimants heard of this they hasted off to see if Langsettle was amongst the rubbish ; they found him all right , excepting he ...
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第 233 頁 - Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain ! Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest hue, spread garlands at your feet? God! Let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer, and let the ice-plains echo, God...
第 115 頁 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
第 300 頁 - Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
第 215 頁 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
第 98 頁 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Bound these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
第 3 頁 - Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
第 215 頁 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
第 10 頁 - And with low voice and doleful look These words did say: "In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel! Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow This mark of my shame, this seal of my sorrow...
第 213 頁 - Lyrical Ballads^; in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic; yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
第 9 頁 - The brands were flat, the brands were dying, Amid their own white ashes lying; But when the lady passed, there came A tongue of light, a fit of flame; And Christabel saw the lady's eye, 160 And nothing else saw she thereby, Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall, Which hung in a murky old niche in the wall. O softly tread, said Christabel, My father seldom sleepeth well.