The Sporting review, ed. by 'Craven'.John William Carleton 1839 |
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25 sovs 50 sovs agst animal Bay Middleton beat Betting Bowes's brother Camel Capt Captain chase Colonel colts Craven Craven Stakes cutter Deciding Course Derby Ditto dogs Duke of Grafton's Duke of Portland's Duke of Richmond's Duke of Rutland's Emilius Epidaurus field fillies fox-hunting foxhounds gentleman Grey ground half Harkaway head Heathcote's Hertfordshire Hill honour horse hounds hour hunters hunting huntsman John kennel Lady Langar late Leger Stakes Liverpool Loch Awe London Lord Chesterfield's Lord Eglinton's Lord Exeter's Lord G Lord Jersey's Lord Lichfield's Lord Suffield's meet miles minutes Mulatto never Newmarket NIMROD owner pace pack Park Priam race road scent season shew sister six and aged sportsman Stakes of 25 subscribers Sultan Sweepstakes Thornhill's thorough-bred three-year-old turf Velocipede Warde winner won the Stakes Wood
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第4页 - Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
第464页 - I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare; Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old.
第184页 - Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of day-light in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.
第464页 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
第185页 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
第261页 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
第448页 - Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind : We sped, like meteors through the sky...
第368页 - I slacked upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e'er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed! Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That cost thy life, my gallant gray!
第147页 - Lovat, who are lords of the manor, used to show their guests, was a voluntarily cooked Salmon at the falls of Kilmorac. For this purpose a kettle was placed upon the flat rock on the south side of the fall, close by the edge of the water, and kept full and boiling. There is a considerable extent of the rock where tents were erected, and the whole was under a canopy of overshadowing trees. There the company are said to have waited until a Salmon fell into the kettle and was boiled in their presence.
第389页 - In seventeen hundred and forty and four, The fifth of December, I think, 'twas no more, At five in the morning by most of the clocks, We rode from Kilruddery in search of a fox.