Visits to Remarkable Places: Old Halls, Battlefields and Scenes Illustrative of Striking Passages in History and Poetry |
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... complete as that of Ben Jonson . This is to the life . You see in every line that the stout old dra- matist had walked over the ground , and beheld the house and the people he describes . We shall have speedy reason to recur to this ...
... complete as that of Ben Jonson . This is to the life . You see in every line that the stout old dra- matist had walked over the ground , and beheld the house and the people he describes . We shall have speedy reason to recur to this ...
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... complete their costume . Their hair is cut short behind and turned aside on the forehead . There is a hat of white beaver lying on a table close to the elbow of Sir Philip , with a stiff upright plume of ostrich feathers with edges dyed ...
... complete their costume . Their hair is cut short behind and turned aside on the forehead . There is a hat of white beaver lying on a table close to the elbow of Sir Philip , with a stiff upright plume of ostrich feathers with edges dyed ...
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... in chronological order ; and when it is considered that the whole family is , with scarcely an exception , complete , it may be imagined how When much the interest of the whole will be increased 42 VISIT TO PENSHURST .
... in chronological order ; and when it is considered that the whole family is , with scarcely an exception , complete , it may be imagined how When much the interest of the whole will be increased 42 VISIT TO PENSHURST .
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... complete the impression ; and we cannot bid adieu to the venerable pile of Penshurst with- out feeling that it has not merely afforded us a deep satis- faction , but has stimulated us to a closer acquaintance with some of the proudest ...
... complete the impression ; and we cannot bid adieu to the venerable pile of Penshurst with- out feeling that it has not merely afforded us a deep satis- faction , but has stimulated us to a closer acquaintance with some of the proudest ...
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... complete her felicity ; and it was cemented to her brow with the blood of two millions of men . And who was to blame ? Was not her mode of thinking the fashion of her time , the effect of her education ? Who had Put in her tender heart ...
... complete her felicity ; and it was cemented to her brow with the blood of two millions of men . And who was to blame ? Was not her mode of thinking the fashion of her time , the effect of her education ? Who had Put in her tender heart ...
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admiration amongst ancient Ann Hathaway antiquity Barden Tower battle beautiful Ben Jonson castle cathedral celebrated chamber chapel character Charles church Clopton Countess crown Culloden curious daughter delightful Duchess Duchess of Portsmouth Duke Earl Elizabeth England English father feeling field gallery gardens hall Hampton Court hand head heart Henry de Blois Henry VIII Highlanders hill honour interest John king King Arthur lady land living look Lord massy mind monuments nature never noble paintings palace passed Penshurst poet poetical poetry portrait present Prince Queen racter reign rich roof round royal ruins Rylston Saxon scene seen Shakspeare Shakspeare's side Sidney singular Sir Philip Sir Philip Sidney Sir Thomas solemn spirit splendid stands stone stood Stratford style thou Titian tomb tower trees Valentine Vox volume walk walls whole William Winchester Wolsey woman woods young
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Page 223 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Page 82 - O! for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 224 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 220 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Page 167 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight ; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well ; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded King.
Page 81 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie. That is my home of love. If I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain.
Page 387 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 306 - We were now treading that illustrious island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge, and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible, if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish, if it were possible. Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances...
Page 24 - The early cherry, with the later plum, Fig, grape, and quince, each in his time doth come ; The blushing apricot and woolly peach Hang on thy walls, that every child may reach.
Page 80 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.