Gilbert Harland: Or, Good in Everything ; Being the Early History of a City Boy |
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Page 65 - AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud — it has sung for three years ; Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the bird. Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Page 149 - The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 66 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small Cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
Page 149 - The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man. Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths ; And 't is my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Page 141 - Now the sun is in the west, Sinking slow behind the trees ; And the cuckoo, welcome guest, Gently woos the evening breeze : Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo!
Page 114 - Gregory untied his neckerchief, unbuttoned his collar and his wristbands, and fanned him with his hat. After two or three minutes, he exhibited some signs of returning animation, and then looked about him as if he did not know where he was. Gregory waited till he should have somewhat recovered himself, and then said gently, " I hope you're not much hurt, sir ?" " I don't know just yet how much mischief has happened. Where is the horse ? Oh, I see him ! yes, we have had a tumble at last, old fellow...
Page 33 - When Gilbert was eating his supper, he examined his milk, and began to talk about the cows and the milking that he expected to see ; and the churning the butter, and feeding the pigs, and all the farmhouse matters, of which he had so often heard from Esther ; and when he went to bed, it was some time before he dropped asleep, his head was so full of his anticipated visit. The weather next morning was very fine ; and when he looked at the sunshine and the sparrows, he no longer wished for wings. There...
Page 12 - From that time he thought about the country more than ever ; and now that he saw the sunshine falling on the pavement, and felt the warm rays through the window, he began to- hope it would soon be warm enough for him to go into the country. Gilbert's father was a clerk in a bank in the city, and his mother gave daily lessons to the children of two families, from ten in the morning till one, and from three till five in the afternoon. Neither of them could leave their duties, except in the month of...