steep. "Where do we ride?" said the elder son. "Across this brown mountain." said the King, and sm...
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smallness of a pea, and his heart was a bag of little fears like scorpions, and love was dead in hi...
was breeched; and I remember two specimens of his muse until this day:- 'Behind the hills of Napht...
HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN have gone up in the scale; perhaps IVANHOE AND ANNE OF GEIERSTEIN have gone a t...
following of streams, no unguided rambles in the wood. His walks are cut and dry. In five or six di...
wood, the daylight becoming richer and more golden, and the shadows stretching farther into the ope...
But the valley is not seated so high among the clouds to be eternally exempt from changes. The clou...
see tracts of leafless beeches of a faint yellowish grey, and leafless oaks a little ruddier in the...
professional writer many sad vicissitudes have to be undergone. At first he cannot write at all. Th...
and intrusion. You may walk before you all day long, and not fear to touch the barrier of your Eden...
out of the great network of ways that binds all life together from the hill-farm to the city, there...
and disappear. The wild swan in question was now an apothecary in Brazil. He had flown by way of Bo...
thousand thousands in the bank. There is more adventure in the life of the working man who descends...
long years, the heroine of the sweet old ballad of 'Johnnie Faa' - she who, at the call of the gips...
resonant, to reach a lavatory on the other side of the court. There were three basin-stands, and a ...