The Southampton guide: or; An account of the antient and present state of that town. To this ed. is added The Southampton rooms, a poem [&c.]. |
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Page 20 - King William II., surnamed Rufus, being slain, as before related, was laid in a cart belonging to one Purkcss, and drawn from hence to Winchester, and buried in the cathedral church of that city.
Page 57 - Tis the great birthright of mankind to die. Bless'd be the bark ! that wafts us to the shore, Where death-divided friends shall part no more : To join thee there, here with thy dust repose, Is all the hope thy hapless mother knows.
Page 57 - STANLEY, rest! escap'd this mortal strife, Above the joys, beyond the woes of life, Fierce pangs no more thy lively beauties stain, And sternly try thee with a year of pain. No more sweet patience, feigning oft relief, Lights thy sick eye to cheat a parent's grief; With tender art to save her anxious groan, No more thy bosom presses down its own. Now well-earned peace is thine, and bliss sincere, Ours be the lenient not unpleasing tear.
Page 57 - Fierce pangs no more thy lively beauties stain, And sternly try thee with a year of pain: No more sweet patience, feigning oft relief, Lights thy sick eye, to cheat a parent's grief: With tender art, to save her anxious groan, No more thy bosom presses down its own: Now well-earn'd peace is thine, and bliss sincere: Ours be the lenient, not unpleasing tear!
Page 21 - ... the circumstances relating to it. At length, the owner of it, a gentleman of the name of Forbes, making too rash an experiment to discover the cause, bored a hole in its trunk. After this it never groaned. It was then rooted up, with a further view to make a discovery ; but still nothing appeared which led to any investigation of the cause. It was universally, however, believed that there was no trick in the affair, but that some natural cause really existed, though never understood.
Page 113 - Now sunk, deserted, and with weeds o'ergrown, Yon prostrate walls their harder fate bewail ; Low on the ground their topmost spires are thrown, Once friendly marks to guide the wandering sail. " The ivy now with rude luxuriance bends Its tangled foliage through the cloister'd space, O'er the green window's mouldering height ascends, And fondly clasps it with a last embrace.
Page 117 - Abbey, the key-stone of the arch of the east window fell from its place and killed him. This dream he related to Mr. Watts (father of Dr. Isaac Watts,) who advised him not to have any personal concern in pulling down the building; yet this advice being insufficient to deter him from assisting in the work, the creations of sleep were unhappily realized ; for...
Page 111 - I ask not what has been thy fate ;— But when the weak winds, wafted from the main, Through each lone arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those who once might proudly, in their prime, Have stood, with giant port; till...
Page 55 - Believe the Muse: the wintry blast of death Kills not the buds of virtue; no, they spread Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter suns Through endless ages into higher powers.
Page 111 - ALL'N pile ! I ask not what has been thy fate ; But when the weak winds, wafted from the main, Through each rent arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant...