The Home Counties Magazine: Devoted to the Topography of London, Middlesex, Essex, Herts, Bucks, Berks, Surrey, Kent and Sussex, Volume 10

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William John Hardy, F. E. Robinson, William Paley Baildon
F. E. Robinson and Company, 1908 - England

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Page 59 - I will say nothing of the ayre, because the preeminence is universally given to Surrey, the soil being dry and sandy...
Page 112 - For loyalty is still the same Whether it win or lose the game ; True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shin'd upon.
Page 66 - While brilliant and bright An unwonted light (I forgot to premise this was all done at night) The links, and the torches, and flambeaux shed On the sculptured forms of the Mighty Dead, That rest below, mostly buried in lead, And above, recumbent in grim repose, With their mailed hose, And their dogs at their toes, And little boys kneeling beneath them in rows, Their hands join'd in pray'r, all in very long clothes, With inscriptions on brass, begging each who survives, As they some of them seem to...
Page 152 - shall be excepted out of the Act of General Pardon and "Oblivion, for and in respect only of such pains, penalties, " and forfeitures, not extending to life, as shall be thought " fit to be inflicted on them by another Act, intended to be "hereafter passed for that purpose,
Page 115 - The man for th' equipage and horse, Is sure a strange ungrateful thing In any body but a king ; But this good king, it seems, was told By some that were with him too bold, If e'er you hope to gain your ends, Caress your foes, and trust your friends. Such were the doctrines that were taught, Till this unthinking king was brought To leave his friends to starve and die, A poor reward for loyalty.
Page 112 - Like hanging sleeves, lined through with ears, And eyes, and tongues, as poets list, Made good by deep mythologist : With these she through the welkin flies, And sometimes carries truth, oft lies...
Page 160 - Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm : Weel are ye wordy o' a grace As lang's my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need, While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead.
Page 115 - Or at a city feast to dine, But Hudibras must still be there, Or all the fat was in the fire. Now, after all, was it not hard That he should meet with no reward, That fitted out this Knight and Squire, This monarch did so much admire ? That he should never reimburse The man for th' equipage or horse, Is sure a strange, ungrateful thing, In any body but a King.
Page 115 - Among the rest this prince was one Admired his conversation. This prince, whose ready wit and parts Conquer'd both men and women's hearts : Was so o'ercome with Knight and Ralph, That he could never clear it off.
Page 138 - ... except upon the carpet, it affords us by far the pleasantest retreat in Olney. We eat, drink, and sleep where we always did ; but here we spend all the rest of our time, and find that the sound of the wind in the trees, and the singing of birds, are much more agreeable to our ears than the incessant barking of dogs and screaming of children.

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