London and Middlesex: or, An historical, commercial, & descriptive survey of the metropolis of Great-Britain: including sketches of its environs, and a topographical account of the most remarkable places in the above county, Volume 4
Printed by W. Wilson, for Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe, 1816 - London (England)
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Page 640 - 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, On gilded clouds in fair expansion lie, And bring all paradise before your eye. To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
Page 393 - Nymph of the grot, these sacred springs I keep And to the murmur of these waters sleep ; Ah ! spare my slumbers, gently tread the cave ; And drink in silence, or in silence lave.
Page 619 - I can answer that (for one whole day) we have had nothing for dinner but mutton-broth, beans and bacon, and a barndoor fowl. Now his lordship is run after his cart, I have a moment left to myself to tell you, that I overheard him yesterday agree with a painter for 200/. to paint his country-hall with trophies of rakes, spades, prongs, &C., and other ornaments, merely to countenance his calling this place a farm...
Page 640 - Sueil has bound ! Lo, some are vellum, and the rest as good, For all his lordship knows, — but they are wood! For Locke or Milton 'tis in vain to look ; These shelves admit not any modern book.
Page 393 - ... objects of the river — hills, woods, and boats. — are forming a moving picture, in their visible radiations ; and when you have a mind to light it up, it affords you a very different scene; it is finished with shells, interspersed with pieces of looking-glass, in angular forms ; and in the ceiling is a star of the same material, at which when a lamp (of an orbicular figure, of thin alabaster) is hung in the middle, a thousand pointed rays glitter, and are reflected over the place.
Page 765 - November, 1587, and in the 29th year of the raigne of our Soveraigne Ladie Elizabeth, by the grace of God, queene of England, Fraunce and Ireland, defender of the faith," were printed 1587 and 1617, 4to.
Page 37 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 639 - His gardens next your admiration call; On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Page 42 - I find his Grace my very good Lord indeed ; and I believe he doth as singularly favour me as any subject within this realm. Howbeit, son Roper, I may tell thee I have no cause to be proud thereof; for if my head would win him a castle in France, it should not fail to go...