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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... gave themselves out for Chris- tian pilgrims , who had been expelled from that coun- try by the Saracens for their adherence to the true religion . They thus palmed themselves upon several Sovereigns , and even on the Pope himself , so ...
... gave themselves out for Chris- tian pilgrims , who had been expelled from that coun- try by the Saracens for their adherence to the true religion . They thus palmed themselves upon several Sovereigns , and even on the Pope himself , so ...
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... gave the little wealth he had To build a house for fools and mad , To shew by one satiric touch , No nation wanted it so much- That kingdom he hath left his debtor , I wish it soon may have a better ; And , since you dread no further ...
... gave the little wealth he had To build a house for fools and mad , To shew by one satiric touch , No nation wanted it so much- That kingdom he hath left his debtor , I wish it soon may have a better ; And , since you dread no further ...
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... gave him in a short speech an account of the plan of it , and said my health was so precarious I could not tell when it might be ready , as I had many books to consult before I could finish it , but that if my health were good I thought ...
... gave him in a short speech an account of the plan of it , and said my health was so precarious I could not tell when it might be ready , as I had many books to consult before I could finish it , but that if my health were good I thought ...
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... gave an account , telling him that I had never met with any man who had read it except one Quaker . This brought on some discourse about the Quakers , whose moderation and mild behaviour the king and queen . commended . I was asked many ...
... gave an account , telling him that I had never met with any man who had read it except one Quaker . This brought on some discourse about the Quakers , whose moderation and mild behaviour the king and queen . commended . I was asked many ...
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... gave to her despondency , and which , though they discovered her sorrows , were never able to assuage them . Ten days and nights she lay upon the carpet leaning on cushions which her maids brought her , 80 QUEEN ELIZABETH'S DEATH . and ...
... gave to her despondency , and which , though they discovered her sorrows , were never able to assuage them . Ten days and nights she lay upon the carpet leaning on cushions which her maids brought her , 80 QUEEN ELIZABETH'S DEATH . and ...
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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 |
An Excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also a Sail Down the River Medway ... John Evans Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
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.