A new guide to Lymington, by a resident

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Page 91 - I see a column of slow-rising smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that skirts the wild. A vagabond and useless tribe there eat Their miserable meal. A kettle...
Page 34 - Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : - Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours ; and their works do follow them.
Page 106 - AT summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below. Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, "Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 61 - ... as he knows, intirely new."92 A citizen of Lymington published a little book about his town and its surroundings, and the reader can well sympathize with his enthusiasm. After giving high praise to the founding of Gilpin's school, and its endowment, he concluded with the following praise of Gilpin: By this, and other acts worthy of imitation, he was endeared to his neighbours, and to all who had the pleasure of his acquaintance. And when the names of heroes and of statesmen shall have passed...
Page 81 - With quicken'd step, Brown Night retires : young Day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn. Blue...
Page 103 - King William II., surnamed Rufus, being slain, as 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.
Page 36 - As A tribute of Grateful affection, This Monument is sacred To the Memory of CAPTAIN JOSIAS ROGERS, of his Majesty's Ship QUEBEC : who during the American war, braved every danger, and suffered all the severities of wounds and imprisonment. In the Campaign of 1794, he commanded the naval...
Page 116 - High o'er the restless Deep, above the reach Of Gunner's hope, vast flights of Wild-Ducks stretch; Far as the eye can glance on either side, In a broad space and level line they glide; All in their wedge-like figures from the North, Day after day, flight after flight, go forth.
Page 103 - Here stood the oak on which an arrow, shot by Sir Walter Tyrrell at a stag, glanced and struck King William II., named Bufus, in the breast, of which he instantly died, on the 2d of August AD 1100.
Page 123 - Nature herself does half the work of man. Seas, rivers, mountains, forests, deserts, rocks, The promontory's height, the depth profound Of subterranean, excavated grots...

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