Hastings, past and present: with notices of the most remarkable places in the neighbourhood, by the author of 'A handbook to Hastings and St. Leonards' and other works

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Page 116 - Remember them which have the rule over you, who have spoken unto you the word of God: whose faith follow, considering the end of their conversation.
Page 153 - But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be entreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy. And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace...
Page xlii - Jove's oak, the warlike ash, vein'd elm, the softer beech, Short hazel, maple plain, light asp, the bending wych, Tough holly, and smooth birch, must altogether burn : What should the builder serve, supplies the forger's turn : When under public good, base private gain takes hold, And we poor woful woods to ruin lastly sold.
Page 98 - Earth has not a plain So boundless or so beautiful as thine ; The eagle's vision cannot take it in : The lightning's wing, too weak to sweep its space, Sinks half-way o'er it like a wearied bird : It is the mirror of the stars, where all Their hosts within the concave firmament, Gay marching to the music of the spheres, Can see themselves at once.
Page 98 - HAIL to thy face and odours, glorious Sea ! Twere thanklessness in me to bless thee not, Great beauteous Being! in whose breath and smile My heart beats calmer, and my very mind Inhales salubrious thoughts.
Page xli - These iron times breed none that mind posterity. *Tis but in vain to tell what we before have been, Or changes of the world that we in time have seen ; When, not devising how to spend our wealth with waste, We to the savage swine let fall our larding mast. But now, alas ! ourselves we have not to sustain ; Nor can our tops suffice to shield our roots from rain. Jove's oak, the warlike ash...
Page 17 - ... hand to hand. William had his horse killed under him; Harold and his two brothers fell dead at the foot of their standard, which was torn up and replaced by the banner sent from Rome. The...
Page 97 - In the deep blue of eve, Ere the twinkling of stars had begun, Or the lark took his leave Of the skies and the sweet setting sun, I climbed to yon heights, Where the Norman encamped him of old, With his bowmen and knights, And his banner all burnished with gold.
Page 145 - The draw-bridges are romantic to a degree ; and there is a dungeon, that gives one a delightful idea of living in the days of soccage and under such goodly tenures.
Page 179 - The roads grew bad beyond all badness, the night dark beyond all darkness, our guide frightened beyond all frightfulness. However, without being at all killed, we got up, or down, I forget which, it was so dark, a famous precipice called Silver Hill, and about ten at night arrived at a wretched village called Rotherbridge. We had still six miles hither, but determined to stop, as it would be a pity to break our necks before we had seen all we intended.

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