The art of skating, by Cyclos |
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acquire ancle attain attitude Augustus awkward backward circle ball beautiful beginner body boot heel bring Captain Jones centre centrifugal force change the edge clear and bracing commences common skate complete the circle considered curve DAVID BOGUE describe difficult Duddingston dwell Edge Forward Edinburgh executing feel feet Fencing Position FIGURE SKATING foot alternately Forward Striking front frost frozen give Glasgow Skating Club impetus inch inclination inside backwards inside edge inside forwards instant iron JOHN MENZIES JOHN NEILSON knee lean learner less lift limb Lincolnshire minuets mode of fastening movement never night pair pleasant practice Quoits raised foot reader requires right angles right foot Rolling round Scotland screw to go Sea Serpent semicircle Serpentine shinty side skait sleigh snow soon speed Spread Eagle straight line straps stroke sweep touch the ice tread turned unem Winter wolves wood young skater
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Page 80 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Page 79 - And not a voice was idle ; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Page 9 - To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 11 - ST. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Page 5 - 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.
Page 10 - While the Cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his Dames before: Oft listening how the Hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Page 80 - Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the reflex of a star; Image, that, flying still before me, gleamed Upon the glassy plain...
Page 80 - ... so through the darkness and the cold we flew, and not a voice was idle: with the din smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; the leafless trees and every icy crag tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills into the tumult sent an alien sound of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west the orange sky of evening died away...
Page 79 - mid the calm of summer nights, When, by the margin of the trembling lake, Beneath the gloomy hills, homeward I went In solitude, such intercourse was mine : Mine was it in the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long ; And in the frosty season, when the sun Was set, and, visible for many a mile, The cottage windows through the twilight blazed, I heeded not the summons : happy time It was indeed for all of us ; for me It was a time of rapture...
Page 16 - When the great fen, or moor, which watereth the walls of the city on the north side, is frozen, many young men play upon the ice; some, striding as wide as they may, do slide swiftly...