An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway, July, 1811. To which is annexed, a Journal of a trip to Paris, in the autumn of 1816, by John Evans, jun |
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There , Pope , there's half - acrown for you ; and there's another for you , Sir ; for I
won't save any thing by you , I am determined . ' This was all said and done with
his usual seriousness on such occasions ; and , in spite of every thing we I ...
There , Pope , there's half - acrown for you ; and there's another for you , Sir ; for I
won't save any thing by you , I am determined . ' This was all said and done with
his usual seriousness on such occasions ; and , in spite of every thing we I ...
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Now I talk of my Dog , that I may not treat of a worse subject , which my spleen
tempts me to , I will give you some account of him , ( a thing not wholly
uprecedented , since Montaigne , to whom I am but a dog in comparison ) has
done the same ...
Now I talk of my Dog , that I may not treat of a worse subject , which my spleen
tempts me to , I will give you some account of him , ( a thing not wholly
uprecedented , since Montaigne , to whom I am but a dog in comparison ) has
done the same ...
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The difference between what is commonly called ordinary company and good
company is , only hearing the same things said in a little room or in a large
saloon , at small tables or at great tables , before two candles or twenty sconces .
* 10 .
The difference between what is commonly called ordinary company and good
company is , only hearing the same things said in a little room or in a large
saloon , at small tables or at great tables , before two candles or twenty sconces .
* 10 .
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My old - fashioned breeding impels me every now and then to reply to the letters
you honour me with writing , but , in truth , very unwillingly , for I seldom can have
any thing particular to say ; I scarce go out of my own house , and then only to ...
My old - fashioned breeding impels me every now and then to reply to the letters
you honour me with writing , but , in truth , very unwillingly , for I seldom can have
any thing particular to say ; I scarce go out of my own house , and then only to ...
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When it is said Julius Cæsar subdued Gaul , beat Pompey , changed the Roman
commonwealth into a monarchy , & c , it is the same thing as to say , the
conqueror of Pompey was Cæsar ; that is , Cæsar and the conqueror of Pompey
are the ...
When it is said Julius Cæsar subdued Gaul , beat Pompey , changed the Roman
commonwealth into a monarchy , & c , it is the same thing as to say , the
conqueror of Pompey was Cæsar ; that is , Cæsar and the conqueror of Pompey
are the ...
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Сторінка 328 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Сторінка 378 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Сторінка 374 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Сторінка 120 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Сторінка 367 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain, Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient...
Сторінка 21 - I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Сторінка 428 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Сторінка 428 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Сторінка 407 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Сторінка 351 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.
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| Назва | An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway, July, 1811. To which is annexed, a Journal of a trip to Paris, in the autumn of 1816, by John Evans, jun |
| Автор | John Evans |
| Опубліковано | 1817 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 16 бер. 2007 |
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