An Historical and Descriptive Account of the Coast of Sussex: Brighton, Eastbourn, Hastings, St. Leonards, Rye, &c. &c. &c. Worthing, Arundel, Goodwood, Chichester, &c. &c. &c. Battle, Hurstmonceaux, Lewes & Tonbridge Wells. Forming Also a Guide to All the Watering Places

author, 1833 - 435页

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第133页 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
第132页 - Strong is the lion — like a coal His eyeball, — like a bastion's mole His chest against the foes: Strong the gier-eagle on his sail; Strong against tide th 'enormous whale Emerges as he goes.
第141页 - The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh; Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy? The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born cavalier.
第223页 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
第248页 - Catharine and another gentlewoman with a church in her hand, exiled into the buttery. There remain two odd cavities with very small wooden screens on each side the altar, which seem to have been confessionals. The outside is a mixture of grey brick and stone, that has a very venerable appearance.
第376页 - Tuscane came my Lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat ; The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat : Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast : Her sire an Earl ; her dam of Princes
第73页 - There be many that say, Who will show us any good? Lord, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us. Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their com and their wine increased.
第336页 - These iron times breed none that mind posterity. *Tis but in vain to tell what we before have been, Or changes of the world that we in time have seen ; When, not devising how to spend our wealth with waste, We to the savage swine let fall our larding mast. But now, alas ! ourselves we have not to sustain ; Nor can our tops suffice to shield our roots from rain. Jove's oak, the warlike ash...
第376页 - Windsor, alas ! doth chase me from her sight. Her beauty of kind, her virtue from above, Happy is he that can obtain her love!
第142页 - The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born 'Cavalier. The star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth and sky ; And high and low the influence know — But where is County Guy?