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Page 175 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Page 2 - ... of the river, and the suburbs of Kingston as luckily placed as Twickenham is on the left: and a natural terrace on the brow of my hill, with meadows of my own down to the river, commands both extremities. Is not this a tolerable prospect ? You must figure that all this is perpetually enlivened by a navigation of boats and barges, and by a road below my terrace, with coaches, post-chaises, waggons, and horsemen constantly in motion, and the fields speckled with cows, horses, and sheep.
Page 482 - The weather has been extremely unfavourable for a day or two, so that we have been inactive. I am so far recovered as to do business ; but my constitution is entirely ruined, without the consolation of having done any considerable service to the state; or without any prospect of it.
Page 115 - Cumberland] is at the head of the Regency — you may guess if we are afraid ! Both fleets are sailed. The night the King went there was a magnificent ball and supper at Bedford House. The Duke was there : he was phiying at hazard with a great heap of gold before him : somebody said he looked like the prodigal son and the fatted calf both.
Page 100 - The great event is the catastrophe of Sir John Bland, who has flirted away his whole fortune at hazard. He t'other night exceeded what was lost by the late Duke of Bedford, having at one period of the night (though he recovered the greatest part of it) lost two-and-thirty thousand pounds. The citizens put on their double-channeled pumps and trudge to St. James's Street, in expectation of seeing judgements executed on White's — angels with flaming swords, and devils flying away with diceboxes, like...
Page 169 - the latter, a gentle, feeble, languid stream, languid but not deep; the other, a boisterous and overbearing torrent: but they join at last; and long...
Page 31 - Palmyra4 is come forth, and is a noble book ; the prints finely engraved, and an admirable dissertation before it. My wonder is much abated : the Palmyrene empire which I had figured, shrunk to a small trading city with some magnificent public buildings out of proportion to the dignity of the place. The operas succeed pretty well ; and music has so much recovered its power of charming, that there is started up a burletta at Covent Garden, that has half the vogue of the old Beggar's Opera : indeed...
Page 3 - ... to the garden, the other to the beautiful prospect ; and the top of each glutted with the richest painted glass of the arms of England, crimson roses, and twenty other pieces of green, purple, and historic bits. I must tell you, by the way, that the castle, when finished, will have two-and-thirty windows enriched with painted glass.
Page 129 - There may be such things again as parties — odd evolutions happen. The ballad I am going to transcribe for you is a very good comment on so commonplace a text. My Lord Bath, who was brought hither by my Lady Hervey's and Billy Bristow's reports of the charms of the place, has made the following stanzas, to the old tune which you remember of Rowe's ballad on Doddington's Mrs.