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. In Two Volumes, Tập 2C. Clarke, ... published by T. Egerton, 1802 |
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Trang 48 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our fenfes ; whatever makes the paft, the diftant, or the future predominate over the prefent, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends, be fuch frigid philofophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wifdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whofe patriotifm ) would not gain force upon the plain of ) Marathon, or whofe piety would not grow \ farmer among...
Trang 133 - 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.
Trang 59 - 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.
Trang 65 - 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.
Trang 16 - There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle, And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner...
Trang 149 - She thinking it to be no more than his usual humour, took no notice of it ; but in the way home, to her great mortification, he unriddled the jest, by acquainting her with what he had done the preceding day.
Trang 60 - 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.
Trang 129 - Possess'd of one great hall for state, Without one room to sleep or eat, How well you build, let flattery tell, And all mankind, how ill you dwell.
Trang 148 - ... 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,
Trang 102 - In yon deep bed of whifp'ring reeds His airy harp * fhall now be laid, That he, whofe heart in forrow bleeds, May love thro