An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway, July, 1811. To which is annexed, a Journal of a trip to Paris, in the autumn of 1816, by John Evans, jun1817 |
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... confined to one object ; here it descends even to the making of shoes . Each shoe passes through twenty - five hands , one hundred pair are produced each day , the operators LORD BOLINGBROKE . 3 are wounded soldiers , who perform.
... confined to one object ; here it descends even to the making of shoes . Each shoe passes through twenty - five hands , one hundred pair are produced each day , the operators LORD BOLINGBROKE . 3 are wounded soldiers , who perform.
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... hundred houses and four thousand inhabitants ; it stands on the Wandle , in the hundred of Brixton , Surry . It is six miles from London . Nearly one thousand of the inhabitants were lately returned as employed in various trades ...
... hundred houses and four thousand inhabitants ; it stands on the Wandle , in the hundred of Brixton , Surry . It is six miles from London . Nearly one thousand of the inhabitants were lately returned as employed in various trades ...
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... hundred houses , and two thousand inhabi- tants . The church , an old Gothic structure , has at the east end a curious chapel , the roof of which is adorned with rich tapestry . This place gave birth to the un- fortunate Thomas Cromwell ...
... hundred houses , and two thousand inhabi- tants . The church , an old Gothic structure , has at the east end a curious chapel , the roof of which is adorned with rich tapestry . This place gave birth to the un- fortunate Thomas Cromwell ...
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... hundred and fifty capital offences on our Statute Book ; though of the numbers convicted at the several circuits , twice a year , few are left for execution . It would be far bet ! er were there fewer crimes to which the punish- ment of ...
... hundred and fifty capital offences on our Statute Book ; though of the numbers convicted at the several circuits , twice a year , few are left for execution . It would be far bet ! er were there fewer crimes to which the punish- ment of ...
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... hundred can now be found in Scotland . His sketch of Meg Merrilies exceeds all commenda- tion . Justly has it been remarked , that the existence of these marauding tribes is a very curious pheno- menon in society , they having nearly ...
... hundred can now be found in Scotland . His sketch of Meg Merrilies exceeds all commenda- tion . Justly has it been remarked , that the existence of these marauding tribes is a very curious pheno- menon in society , they having nearly ...
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An Excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also a Sail Down the River Medway ... John Evans Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
An Excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also a Sail Down the River Medway ... John Evans Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient appearance attention beautiful Bishop Bolingbroke bridge BRUGES Castle celebrated Chapel character Charles CHARLES JAMES FOX Christian church CHURCH-YARD curious dear young Friend death delight died Duke Earl elegant England entered ETON COLLEGE fame France French garden genius glory GRAY GRAY'S Hampton Court Henry the Eighth History honour Horace Horace Walpole inscription Islington John JOHN HORNE TOOKE King KIT-CAT CLUB Lady late letters London Lord Lord Bolingbroke Maidstone Majesty Medway memory monument o'clock o'er occasion OYSTER painted Palace Paris passed picture poet Pope POPE'S portrait present Prince Queen reign religion remarkable Richmond river river MEDWAY river Thames Rochester round Royal says shew side singular soon soul spirit spot STRAWBERRY HILL Thames thou tion tomb took tower town Twickenham walk Walpole Westminster Abbey whilst William WINDSOR WINDSOR CASTLE
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Seite 328 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Seite 378 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Seite 374 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Seite 120 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Seite 367 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain, Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient...
Seite 21 - I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Seite 428 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Seite 428 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 407 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Seite 351 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.