Picturesque views on the River Thames: from its source in Gloucestershire to the Nore, with observations on the public buildings and other works of art in its vicinity

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T. and J. Egerton, 1792 - History
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Page 55 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and...
Page 62 - I am yet unable to move or turn myself in my bed. This is my personal fortune here to begin with. And, besides, I can get no money from my tenants, and have my meadows eaten up every night by cattle put in by my neighbours. What this signifies, or may come to in time, God knows ; if it be ominous, it can end in nothing less than hanging.
Page 90 - Thus perusing all the gentlewomen, of some they won, and to some they lost. And having viewed all the ladies, they returned to the Cardinal with great reverence, pouring down all their gold, which was above two hundred crowns. At all, quoth the Cardinal, and casting the dye won it, whereat was made great joy.
Page 62 - I do hope to recover my late hurt so farre within five or six days (though it be uncertain yet whether I shall ever recover it) as to walk about again. And then, methinks, you and I and the dean might be very merry upon St. Ann's Hill. You might very conveniently come hither the way of Hampton Town, lying there one night. I write this in pain, and can say no more : Verbum sapienti.
Page 67 - Courts, I would rejoice ; Or, with my Bryan and a book, Loiter long days near Shawford brook ; There sit by him, and eat my meat ; There see the sun both rise and set ; There bid good morning to next day ; There meditate my time away ; And angle on, and beg to have A quiet passage to a welcome grave.
Page 57 - Near half an age, with every good man's praise, Among his flock the shepherd passed his days ; The friend, the comfort, of the sick and poor, Want never knock'd unheeded at his door. Oft when his duty call'd, disease and pain Strove to confine him, but they strove in vain. All mourn his death : his virtues long they try'd : They knew not how they lov'd him till he died. Peculiar blessings did his life attend : He had no foe, and Camden was his friend.
Page 135 - Farewell, great painter of mankind ! Who reach'd the noblest point of art, 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 152 - ... was done, for one of his gentlemen to go to his lady's pew, and say, ' My lord is gone before,' he came now himself, and, making a low bow, said,
Page 67 - Of princes' courts, I would rejoice; Or, with my Bryan and a book, Loiter long days near Shawford brook; There sit by him, and eat my meat; There see the sun both rise and set; There bid...
Page 196 - ... &c. ; then he descendeth, and goeth to dance, &c., and after he calleth his court, every one by name, one by one in this manner. " Sir Francis Flatterer, of Fowleshurst, in the county of Buckingham, — Sir Randle Rackabite, of Rascall Hall, in the county of Rakehell.

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