Curiosities of London: Exhibiting the Most Rare and Remarkable Objects of Interest in the Metropolis

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D. Bogue, 1855 - 800 стор.

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Сторінка 112 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Сторінка 114 - WHEN I am in a serious humour, I very often walk by myself in Westminster Abbey : where the gloominess of the place, and the use to which it is applied, with the solemnity of the building, and the condition of the people who lie in it, are apt to fill the mind with a kind of melancholy, or rather thoughtfulness that is not disagreeable.
Сторінка 62 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Сторінка 62 - A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare Ships, towers, domes, theatres. and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Сторінка 295 - God grant mine eyes may never behold the like, who now saw above 10,000 houses all in one flame; the noise, and cracking, and thunder of the impetuous flames, the shrieking of women and children, the hurry...
Сторінка 306 - Now from all Parts the swelling Kennels flow, And bear their Trophies with them as they go : Filth of all Hues and Odours seem to tell What Street they sail'd from, by their Sight and Smell, They, as each Torrent drives, with rapid Force From Smithfield, or St.
Сторінка 338 - London, much inhabited by writers of small histories, dictionaries, and temporary poems ; whence any mean production is called Grub-street.
Сторінка 306 - Fleet Ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The king of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Сторінка 403 - Do not undervalue an enemy by whom you have been worsted. When our countrymen came home from fighting with the Saracens, and were beaten by them, they pictured them with huge, big, terrible faces as you still see the sign of the Saracen's head is, when in truth they were like other men.
Сторінка 178 - John Wesley, on April 1, 1777." Probably this will be seen no more, by any human eye ; but will remain there, till the earth and the works thereof are burned up.

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