The Badminton Magazine of Sports and Pastimes, Volumen7Alfred Edward Thomas Watson Longmans, Green, and Company, 1898 |
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Página 526 - Fair mother, fed with the lives of men, Thou art subtle and cruel of heart, men say; Thou hast taken, and shalt not render again; Thou art full of thy dead, and cold as they. But death is the worst that comes of thee; Thou art fed with our dead, O Mother, O Sea, But when hast thou fed on our hearts? or when Having given us love, hast thou taken away?
Página 460 - ... fence, in every one of which the biggest dog-fox in the country had gone to ground, with not two feet — measured accurately on the handle of the whip — between him and the leading hound ; through bogs that imperceptibly melted into lakes, and finally down and down into a valley," where the fir-trees of Aussolas clustered darkly round a glittering lake, and all but hid the grey roofs and pointed gables of Aussolas Castle. "There's a nice stretch of a demesne for you...
Página 472 - Flurry's voice was admirably indignant. "Then I suppose I'ma liar and a thief." "I'd be more obliged to you for the information if I hadn't known it before," responded his grandmother with lightning speed; "if you swore to me on a stack of Bibles you knew nothing about my colt I wouldn't believe you! I shall go straight to Major Yeates and ask his advice. I believe him to be a gentleman, in spite of the company he keeps!" I writhed deeper into the furze bushes, and thereby discovered a sandy rabbit...
Página 457 - ... into the afternoon, and when I left the bench my head was singing from the bellowings of the attorneys, and the smell of their clients was heavy upon my palate. The streets still testified to the fact that it was market day, and I evaded with difficulty the sinuous course of carts full of soddenly screwed people, and steered an equally devious one for myself among the groups anchored round, the doors of the public-houses. Skebawn possesses, among its legion of public-houses, one establishment...
Página 460 - I'ma bit of a liar myself " "Well, she has a dozen of them anyhow, rattling good colts too, some of them, but they might as well be donkeys, for all the good they are to me or any one. It's not once in three years she sells one, and there she has them walking after her for bits of sugar, like a lot of dirty lapdogs,
Página 526 - Alive and aware of thy ways and thee; Clear of the whole world, hidden at home, Clothed with the green and crowned with the foam, A pulse of the life of thy straits and bays, A vein in the heart of the streams of the sea. Fair mother, fed with the lives of men, Thou art subtle and cruel of heart, men say Thou hast taken, and shall not render again ; Thou art full of thy dead, and cold as they.
Página 460 - I had heard of old Mrs Knox of Aussolas; indeed, I had seldom dined out in the neighbourhood without hearing some new story of her and her remarkable menage, but it had not yet been my privilege to meet her. 'Well, now,' went on Flurry in his slow voice, Tll tell you a thing that's just come into my head.
Página 354 - Well, that's a fine raking horse in harness," said Mr. Knox, looking at me with his serious grey eyes, "and you'd drive him with a sop of hay in his mouth. Bring him up here, Michael." Michael abandoned his efforts to kick the grey horse's forelegs into a becoming position, and led him up to me. I regarded him from under my umbrella with a quite unreasonable disfavour. He had the dreadful beauty of a horse in a toy-shop, as chubby, as wooden, and as conscientiously dappled, but it was unreasonable...
Página 351 - Sinclair Yeates, it seemed glittering with possibilities. There was, on that occasion, a sunset, and a string band playing The Gondoliers, and there was also an ingenuous belief in the omnipotence of a godfather of Philippa's — (Philippa was the young lady) — who had once been a member of the Government. I was then climbing the steep ascent of the Captains towards my majority. I have no fault to find with Philippa's godfather : he did all and more than even Philippa had expected; nevertheless,...
Página 457 - It was Petty Sessions day in Skebawn, a cold, grey day of February. A case of trespass had dragged its burden of cross summonses and cross swearing far into the afternoon, and when I left the bench my head was singing from the bellowings of the attorneys, and the smell of their clients was heavy upon my palate. The streets still testified to the fact that it was market day, and I evaded with difficulty the sinuous course of carts full of soddenly screwed people, and steered an equally devious one...