Historical Memorials of Westminster Abbey, Volume 2J. Murray, 1882 - 540 pages |
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Common terms and phrases
Abbot afterwards altar amongst Anne April Archbishop Archbishop of York Bishop Buckingham Burial buried Canterbury Catherine ceremony Chapel of St Chapter House Charles Choir Church Cloister coffin Confessor Consecration Coronation Countess crowned Crull Dean death died Duchess Duke Earl Edward Edward III Edward the Confessor Elizabeth Elizabeth Claypole Elizabeth of York England English epitaph erected father France funeral Gent George George II grave Henry VII Henry VII.'s Chapel honour Ibid inscription interred James Jerusalem Chamber John July June King King's Lady laid London Lord March Mary memory ment minster Monk monu monument Nave North Transept Palace Paul's Peter Poets Pope Prince Queen Register reign Richard Richard II royal Saxon Sept sepulchre sermon Shrine side sovereign stone Stone of Scone Thomas tion tomb Tower Transept vault West Westminster Abbey wife William William of Malmesbury Windsor York
Popular passages
Page 164 - Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King, Whose word no man relies on ; Who never said a foolish thing, And never did a wise one.
Page 265 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
Page 220 - Statesman \ yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, ' In action faithful, and in honour clear ; 'Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, 'Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; 'Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, 'And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Page 261 - At the moment in which he expired, he uttered, with an energy of voice, that expressed the most fervent devotion, two lines of his own version of Dies Irae: My God, my father, and my friend, Do not forsake me in my end.
Page 107 - Then was formed that language, less musical indeed than the languages of the south, but in force, in richness, in aptitude for all the highest purposes of the poet, the philosopher, and the orator, inferior to the tongue of Greece alone.
Page 285 - 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.
Page 167 - How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people! how is she become as a widow! she that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, how is she become tributary!
Page 269 - FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY. HEROES and kings! your distance keep; In peace let one poor poet sleep, Who never flatter'd folks like you : Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.
Page 311 - I know that entertainments of this nature are apt to raise dark and dismal thoughts in timorous minds, and gloomy imaginations; but for my own part, though I am always serious, I do not know what it is to be melancholy...
Page 266 - Ne'er to these chambers, where the mighty rest, Since their foundation, came' a nobler guest, Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss convey'd A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade. In what new region, to the just assign'd, What new employments please th