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Page 54 - And now the chapel's silver bell you hear, That summons you to all the pride of prayer ; Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heaven. On painted ceilings you devoutly stare, Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre, Or gilded clouds in
Page 72 - There is a spot in the churchyard, near the footpath, on the brow of the hill looking towards Windsor, and a tomb under a large tree (bearing the name of Peachie or Peachey) where I used to sit for hours and hours when a boy. This was my favourite spot.
Page 179 - the peasantry of Surrey looked with mysterious horror on the stately house which was rising at Claremont, and whispered that the great wicked lord had ordered the walls to be made so thick in order to keep out the devil, who would one day carry him away bodily.
Page 122 - Alas ! That breathing Vanity should go Where Pride is buried,—like its very ghost, Uprisen from the naked bones below, In novel flesh, clad in the silent boast Of gaudy silk that flutters to and fro, Shedding its chilling superstition most On young and ignorant natures—as is wont, To haunt the peaceful churchyard of Bedfont.
Page 59 - Another age shall see the golden ear Imbrown the slope and nod on the parterre ; Deep harvest bury all his pride has plann'd, And laughing Ceres re-assume the land.
Page 144 - The carriage rolled rapidly onwards through fertile meadows, ornamented with splendid old oaks,and catching occasionally a glance of the majestic mirror of a broad and placid river. After passing through a pleasant village, the equipage stopped on a commanding eminence, where the beauty of English landscape was displayed in
Page 79 - There were no costly habits with which this king was curst, Except (and where's the harm on't ? ) a somewhat lively thirst. But people must pay taxes, and kings must have their sport, So out of every gallon, His Grace he took a quart.
Page 79 - sick ; He summoned his physicians To wait upon him quick. They stepped into their coaches, And brought their best physic. They cramm'd their gracious master With potion and with pill ; They drench'd him and they bled him : They
Page 124 - Trailing their gorgeous velvets wantonly, Most unmeet pall, over the holy sod; There, gentle stranger, thou may'st only see Two sombre Peacocks.—Age, with sapient nod Marking the spot, still tarries to declare How they once lived, and wherefore they are there.