Black's Guide to the South-eastern Counties of England: Hampshire and the Isle of WightAdam and Charles Black, 1861 - 554 Seiten |
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Abbey acres ancient Andover arches Arreton beautiful Bishop of Winchester Brading BRANCH Brighstone BROCKENHURST built Calbourne Carisbrook Carisbrook Castle Castle Cathedral chalk chancel chapel Charles CHINE CHURCH cliffs cross dedicated to St descend Duke Earl Early English east East Cowes Edward effigy England erected famous feet Forest formerly Freshwater Gate Godshill ground Hampshire Henry de Blois Henry VIII hills Hotel Hurst Castle island Isle of Wight Itchen John King Lady leafy London Lord Lymington manor mansion memorial miles nave Newport noble Norman parish PARK pass patronage Perpendicular picturesque pleasant population Portsmouth Price Queen railway rectory Richard river road Roman Roundhead route royal ruins Ryde Saxon scenery Shalfleet Shanklin shore Shorwell side south aisle Southampton stands stone Street temp Thomas tourist tower town transept trees valley Ventnor vicarage village walls West Cowes William William of Wykeham window wooded Yarmouth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 789 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 878 - ... it, is a land of hills and valleys, and drinketh water of the rain of heaven: a land which the Lord thy God careth for : the eyes of the Lord thy God are always upon it, from the beginning of the year even unto the end of the year.
Seite 625 - ... antiquities and ruins, libraries, colleges, disputations, and lectures, where any are ; shipping and navies ; houses and gardens of state and pleasure, near great cities; armories, arsenals, magazines...
Seite 756 - ... luxuriant for a holy eye ; only on either hand they leave an opening to the blue glittering sea. Did you not observe how, as that white sail shot by and was lost, he turned and crossed himself to drive the tempter from him that had thrown that distraction in his way ? I should tell you that the ferryman who rowed me, a lusty young fellow, told me that he would not for all the world pass a night at the Abbey (there were such things seen near it) though there was a power of money hid there.
Seite 710 - He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on Earth...
Seite 763 - And swells, and deepens, to the cherish'd eye. The hawthorn whitens; and the juicy groves Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees, Till the whole leafy forest stands display'd, In full luxuriance, to the sighing gales; Where the deer rustle through the twining brake, And the birds sing conceal'd.
Seite 710 - Alas ! he's gone before, Gone to return no more. Our panting breasts aspire After their aged sire ; Whose well-spent life did last Full ninety years and past. But now he hath begun That, which will ne'er be done. Crown'd with eternal bliss, We wish our souls with his.
Seite 755 - Abbey ; there may be richer and greater houses of religion, but the Abbot is content with his situation. See there, at the top of that hanging meadow, under the shade of those old trees that bend into a half circle about it, he is walking slowly (good man !) and bidding his beads for the souls of his benefactors, interred in that venerable pile that lies beneath him.
Seite 769 - King William II. being slain, as is before related, was laid in a cart belonging to one Purkess, and drawn from hence to Winchester, and buried in the Cathedral Church of that city.
Seite 788 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...