Rambles about Bath and Its NeighbourhoodSimpkin, Marshall, and Company, 1876 - 488 pàgines |
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Pàgina 392 - how the world wags ; 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Pàgina 33 - They that go down to the sea in ships : and occupy their business in great waters ; These men see the works of the LORD : and His wonders in the deep.
Pàgina 363 - They hold a Parnassus fair every Thursday, give out rhymes and themes, and all the flux of quality at Bath contend for the .prizes. A Roman vase dressed with pink ribbons and myrtles receives the poetry, which is drawn out every festival ; six judges of these Olympic games retire and select the brightest compositions, which the respective successful acknowledge, kneel to Mrs. Calliope Miller, kiss her fair hand, and are crowned by it with myrtle, with — I don't know what.
Pàgina 294 - tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die (Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart) Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproached me ; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold.
Pàgina 163 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Pàgina 428 - Great, is a vicarage in the gift of the Dean and Chapter of St. Paul's Cathedral.
Pàgina 223 - ... according to the doctrine and discipline of the Church of England, and...
Pàgina 143 - His abilities gave him an haughty confidence, which he disdained to conceal or mollify; and his impatience of opposition disposed him to treat his adversaries with such contemptuous superiority as made his readers commonly his enemies, and excited against the advocate the wishes of some who favoured the cause. He seems to have adopted the Roman Emperor's determination, oderint dum metuant; he used no allurements of gentle language, but wished to compel rather than persuade.
Pàgina 142 - ... perspicacity. To every work he brought a memory full fraught, together with a fancy fertile of original combinations, and at once exerted the powers of the scholar, the reasoner, and the wit. But his knowledge was too multifarious to be always exact, and his pursuits [were] too eager to be always cautious.
Pàgina 408 - ... heart ; it is all that sweetness of temper, benevolence, innocence, and sensibility, which a face can express that forms her beauty. She has a face that just raises your attention at first...