Pen Sketches by a Vanished Hand: From the Papers of the Late Mortimer Collins, Band 1R. Bentley and son, 1879 |
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... Abbey , where an order of modern Francis- cans , founded by Lord le Despencer , held high revel about a century ago . Their motto was Fay ce que vou- dras . Of their doings we dare say nothing in this decorous age . Few Londoners visit ...
... Abbey , where an order of modern Francis- cans , founded by Lord le Despencer , held high revel about a century ago . Their motto was Fay ce que vou- dras . Of their doings we dare say nothing in this decorous age . Few Londoners visit ...
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... Abbey has not the regal reminiscences which pertain to Windsor Castle . So at Windsor let Albert Edward wed the blushing Alexandra ; and let us all wish for them what Catullus wished for Aulus Manlius Torquatus and his bride ...
... Abbey has not the regal reminiscences which pertain to Windsor Castle . So at Windsor let Albert Edward wed the blushing Alexandra ; and let us all wish for them what Catullus wished for Aulus Manlius Torquatus and his bride ...
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... Abbey . Six hundred years old , probably , are those bells which delighted the merry and musical Dean Aldrich . Tom has been re- cast ; but then he is still made of the same sonorous metal . He weighs between seven and eight tons , with ...
... Abbey . Six hundred years old , probably , are those bells which delighted the merry and musical Dean Aldrich . Tom has been re- cast ; but then he is still made of the same sonorous metal . He weighs between seven and eight tons , with ...
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... Abbey . It is a strange edifice inside ; and I believe the great ball on its tower was built for a banqueting - room ; but I leave all this till I go Through Bucks . Here I asked my way of a buxom young woman , who seemed to think ...
... Abbey . It is a strange edifice inside ; and I believe the great ball on its tower was built for a banqueting - room ; but I leave all this till I go Through Bucks . Here I asked my way of a buxom young woman , who seemed to think ...
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... abbey by his recent alterations . I one day asked his head workman what they were doing , and received for answer : " We're a renowating the old place , sir - making it look more ancient - like . " It was Jack Wilkes did this , that he ...
... abbey by his recent alterations . I one day asked his head workman what they were doing , and received for answer : " We're a renowating the old place , sir - making it look more ancient - like . " It was Jack Wilkes did this , that he ...
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Abbey Amersham amid ancient Avon Aylesbury backsword Bath beautiful Berkshire Bishop Bledlow brilliant Bristol Buckinghamshire Burnham Beeches Cæsar called Castle cathedral Catullus centuries charming Chinnor church Coningsby cottage cross delicious delight dine dinner divine Duke Earl East Ilsley England English epigram Eton exquisite famous fellows forest gardens gentleman green Guy's Cliff Hampden Henley hill Horace hostelry John Hampden King Kingston Lisle ladies lawn Lechlade lived London look Lord lyrical Magdalen Maidenhead Matthew Arnold mighty miles morning Mortimer Collins never noble Oxford park pass picturesque pleasant poem poet poetic poetry pretty Prince quaint railway Reigate river road Roman Salisbury seems Southampton spire stone Street summer Thames Theodore Hook tower town traveller trees verse village walk Warwick whitebait Wiltshire Windsor wine wonder woods write wrote young
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Seite 156 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Seite 188 - Thus this brook has conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean; and thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over.
Seite 250 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more. If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on 't is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had made no stays.
Seite 154 - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Seite 58 - Here thou, great ANNA ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Seite 248 - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow ; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Seite 87 - And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, — to beauty, in a word, which is only truth seen from another side?
Seite 33 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Seite 140 - RED o'er the forest peers the setting sun. The line of yellow light dies fast away That crowned the eastern copse : and chill and dun Falls on the moor the brief November day.
Seite 230 - Thou printest all — and sellest some — My Murray. Upon thy table's baize so green The last new Quarterly is seen, — But where is thy new Magazine, My Murray ? Along thy sprucest bookshelves shine The works thou deemest most divine — The " Art of Cookery,