Handbook to the environs of London, alphabetically arranged, Volume 1

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Page 365 - Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous eon, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day ? "— is said to have dwelt in the neighbourhood of Horton. His near relative, William Lawrence—appointed to a judgeship by Cromwell—died
Page 73 - PABVA), and calling to mind De Foe's account of the service :— " 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
Page 139 - As to the return of his health and vigour, were you here, you might inquire of his hay-makers ; but as to his temperance, 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
Page 145 - Diary. in my now ruined garden at Sayes Court, (thanks to the Czar of Muscovy,) at any time of the year, glittering with its armed and varnished leaves ; the taller standards at orderly distances, blushing with their natural coral ? It mocks the rudest assaults of the weather, beasts, or hedge-breakers— Et
Page 116 - Lodge. Apart from its associations, Cooper's Hill well deserves a visit. The view from it is one of the loveliest in the neighbourhood of London. It commands the Thames, Runnimede, Windsor Castle, and St. Paul's Cathedral. " My eye descending from the Hill, surveys Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays.
Page 66 - always dreaming out their old stories to the winds, And as they bow their hoary tops relate, In murm'ring sounds, the dark decrees of fate ; While visions, as poetic eyes avow, Cling to each leaf, and swarm on every bough. At the foot of one of these squats me I (it
Page 66 - and then grow to the trunk for a whole morning. The timorous hare and sportive squirrel gambol around me, like Adam in Paradise, before he had an Eve ; but I think he did not use to read Virgil, as I commonly do there. In this situation I often converse with
Page 290 - The poem has no touch of local colour, unless indeed his strolls on the Heath may have suggested the lines— " The needy traveller, serene and gay, Walks the wild heath, and sings his toils away." " For the gratification of posterity let it be recorded, that the house so

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