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Page 6 - Alas! Sir, I have heretofore borrowed help from him, but he is a gentleman of so much reading that the people of our town cannot understand him.
Page 56 - No man ever spake more neatly, more pressly, more weightily, or suffered less emptiness, less idleness, in what he uttered. No member of his speech but consisted of his own graces. His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion.
Page 77 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants and of nymphs at home; Here thou, great Anna ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Page 85 - Lord, what work was here ! what clattering of glasses ! what beating down of walls ! what tearing up of monuments ! what pulling down of seats ! what wresting out of irons and brass from the windows and graves ! what defacing of arms ! what demolishing of curious stone-work, that had not any representation in the world, but only of the cost of the founder, and skill of the mason...
Page 69 - Garden, of which the principal entrance forms one end; the two sides are enclosed with high trees; and the other end is occupied by an aviary of vast depth. From the Flower Garden, a short winding walk leads to The Menagerie; the centre of which is occupied by a large basin of water, stocked with curious water-fowl, and enclosed by a range of cages, for exotic birds.
Page 17 - Framed every tie that binds the heart to prove, Her duty friendship, and her friendship love. But yet, remembering that the parting sigh Appoints the just to slumber, not to die, The starting tear I check'd, — I kiss'd the rod, — And not to earth resign'd her, but to God ! SILENT WORSHIP.
Page 41 - to-morrow I must fight for my crown. And, assure yourself, if I lose that I will lose my life too : but I hope to preserve both. Do you stand in such a place (directing him to a particular place), where you may see the battle, out of danger. And when I have gained the victory come to me ; I will then own you to be mine, and take care of you.
Page 110 - ... from its position between the two streams, the Dart and the Teign, by which the rain is in some degree attracted. Torquay is also remarkably protected from the north-east winds, the great evil of our spring climate ; it is likewise well sheltered from the northwest. This protection from winds extends...
Page 77 - Cardinal Wolsey, the illustrious founder of this ancient palace, was the last of the churchmen of old whose munificence patronised that style of building, which, originating with the ecclesiastics, seemed to end in his fall. This prelate, like many of his predecessors, had studied the science of architecture, and is supposed to have furnished the designs for Hampton Court, the building of which commenced about 1515, under the superintendence of the Warden of the Cinque Ports, who supplied the Cardinal...
Page 42 - Her moors red-brown wi' heather bells, Her banks an' braes, her dens an' dells, Where glorious Wallace Aft bure the gree, as story tells, Frae Southron billies. At Wallace' name, what Scottish blood But boils up in a spring-tide flood ! Oft have our fearless fathers strode By Wallace' side, Still pressing onward, red-wat shod, Or glorious died.