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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The decease of the Princess Amelia and the discovery of the bodies of Henry the Eighth and Charles the First , happening since the original Journey , were events too interesting to be omitted . No one fact , indeed , has been withheld ...
The decease of the Princess Amelia and the discovery of the bodies of Henry the Eighth and Charles the First , happening since the original Journey , were events too interesting to be omitted . No one fact , indeed , has been withheld ...
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His Essay on the Original Genius of HOMER may be read with plea- sure ; it displays considerable ingenuity . But it would be unpardonable in me not to mention that this mansion is still more celebrated for having had the HISTORIAN of ...
His Essay on the Original Genius of HOMER may be read with plea- sure ; it displays considerable ingenuity . But it would be unpardonable in me not to mention that this mansion is still more celebrated for having had the HISTORIAN of ...
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He published an original work , entitled Epea Pteroenta , or DIVERSIONS OF PURLEY , the latter part of the title being derived from the country seat of his friend Mr. Tooke , near Croydon , in Surry , whose name he had taken ; and he ...
He published an original work , entitled Epea Pteroenta , or DIVERSIONS OF PURLEY , the latter part of the title being derived from the country seat of his friend Mr. Tooke , near Croydon , in Surry , whose name he had taken ; and he ...
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The political world , with all its turmoil and bustle , has not elicited a character of more original talents , or of a more extensive celebrity . I once dined with him in a large circle of private friends ...
The political world , with all its turmoil and bustle , has not elicited a character of more original talents , or of a more extensive celebrity . I once dined with him in a large circle of private friends ...
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Dr. JOHNSON's character of the Writings of Thom- son is animated and just : - " As a writer , he is entitled to one praise of the highest kind ; his mode of think- ing , and of expressing his thoughts , is original .
Dr. JOHNSON's character of the Writings of Thom- son is animated and just : - " As a writer , he is entitled to one praise of the highest kind ; his mode of think- ing , and of expressing his thoughts , is original .
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第 328 頁 - 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.
第 378 頁 - 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...
第 374 頁 - 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.
第 120 頁 - 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...
第 367 頁 - 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...
第 21 頁 - 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.
第 428 頁 - 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.
第 428 頁 - 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.
第 407 頁 - 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.
第 351 頁 - 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.