Bygone Middlesex

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William Andrews
W. Andrews & Company, 1899 - Middlesex (England) - 248 pages
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Page 77 - Of foreign Tyrants and of Nymphs at home ; Here thou, great ANNA ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes Tea. Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort, To taste awhile the pleasures of a Court ; 10 In various talk th...
Page 204 - 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 230 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. "My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 126 - They will remember the peculiar character which belonged to that circle, in which every talent and accomplishment, every art and science, had its place. They will remember how the last debate was discussed in one corner, and the last comedy of Scribe in another; while Wilkie gazed with modest admiration on...
Page 237 - Whose pictured Morals charm the Mind, And through the Eye correct the Heart. If Genius fire thee, Reader, stay ; If Nature touch thee, drop a Tear; If neither move thee, turn away, For HOGARTH'S honour'd dust lies here.
Page 230 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 225 - No more shall gladden our domestic hearth ; That rising tear, with pain forbid to flow, Better than words no more assuage our woe ; That hand outstretched from small but well-earned store, Yield succour to the destitute no more, Yet art thou not all lost, thro...
Page 226 - He was the leanest of mankind, tiny black breeches buttoned to the knee-cap and no further, surmounting spindle-legs also in black, face and head fineish, black, bony, lean, and of a Jew type rather; in the eyes a kind of smoky brightness or confused sharpness; spoke with a stutter; in walking tottered and shuffled...
Page 216 - If you do not call me father, you forfeit a bottle of wine ; if I do not call you son, I forfeit the same. And now, my good son, if you are travelling through this village of Highgate, and you have no money in your pocket, go call for a bottle of wine at any house you may think proper to enter, and book it to your father's score. If you have any friends with you, you may treat them as well ; but if you have money of your own, you must pay for it yourself...
Page 204 - As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone I lay ; Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd, To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray.

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