More Wanderings in LondonGeorge H. Doran Company, 1916 - 331 páginas |
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Adelphi artist Astley Barry beautiful born BOSWELL Bridge bronze building built Burney bust CHAPTER Charing Cross Charles Charles Lamb charming church circus City Club corner cricket death died Duke E. V. LUCAS Earl England erected famous father fire Gallery garden George Grinling Gibbons ground Guildhall Hall Hampton Court Henry Hillyer Holland House honour James James's John JOHNSON Kensington Kensington Palace King Lady Holland LENOX TILDEN FOUNDATIONS lived Lord Frederick Beauclerk Lord Holland Lord Mayor Lord's Martingell match memorial Museum never Oval painted painter Palace Park Paul's pavilion poet portrait Prince Queen remember residence Road Royal Exchange Scotland Yard seen side Soane Museum spire Square statue stone Street Surrey tablet Temple Thames thing Thomas THOMAS TOMKINS thought Tower Trafalgar Square walked wall Wanderer in London Westminster William Wren's YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página 59 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Página 171 - The angels keep their ancient places; Turn but a stone, and start a wing! 'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry; - and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross. Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter, Cry, - clinging Heaven by the hems; And lo, Christ walking on the water Not of Gennesareth, but Thames! ('The Kingdom of God: "In no Strange Land"') The subtitle...
Página 212 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Página 60 - 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. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
Página 269 - Philomel her voice shall raise? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own, What are you, when the Rose is blown? So when my Mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not designed Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?
Página 59 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Página 13 - Robinson's little son going up with me; and there I did see the houses at that end of the Bridge all on fire, and an infinite great fire on this and the other side the end of the Bridge; which, among other people, did trouble me for poor little Michell and our Sarah on the bridge.
Página 14 - Steeple by which pretty Mrs. lives, and whereof my old schoolfellow Elborough is Parson, taken fire in the very top, and there burned till it fell down...
Página 37 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Página 109 - O'er my dim eye-balls glance the sudden tears ! How sweet were once thy prospects, fresh and fair, Thy sloping walks and unpolluted air ! How sweet the glooms beneath...