Historical and Literary Memorials of the City of London, Volume 1L.C. Page, 1901 |
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... late lord chancellor I found him in his garden at his new - built palace , sitting in his gout wheel - chair , and seeing the gate setting up toward He the north and the fields . He looked and spake 36 MEMORIALS OF LONDON .
... late lord chancellor I found him in his garden at his new - built palace , sitting in his gout wheel - chair , and seeing the gate setting up toward He the north and the fields . He looked and spake 36 MEMORIALS OF LONDON .
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John Heneage Jesse. the north and the fields . He looked and spake very disconsolately . Next morning I heard he was gone . " The chancellor died in exile , and shortly after- ward Clarendon House was sold by his successor to Christopher ...
John Heneage Jesse. the north and the fields . He looked and spake very disconsolately . Next morning I heard he was gone . " The chancellor died in exile , and shortly after- ward Clarendon House was sold by his successor to Christopher ...
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... looked ill for the poor girl ; and could not con- ceive , if he was so much engaged with his mis- tress as not to regard such sums , why he played at all . However , two nights afterward , being left alone with her , while her mother ...
... looked ill for the poor girl ; and could not con- ceive , if he was so much engaged with his mis- tress as not to regard such sums , why he played at all . However , two nights afterward , being left alone with her , while her mother ...
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... looked down , Was there no terror , Yorick , in his frown ? Short was the triumph of thy bright career , Who wok'st at will the laughter or the tear ; Whose plaintive fiction , or whose comic page Cheered the MAYFAIR . ΙΟΙ.
... looked down , Was there no terror , Yorick , in his frown ? Short was the triumph of thy bright career , Who wok'st at will the laughter or the tear ; Whose plaintive fiction , or whose comic page Cheered the MAYFAIR . ΙΟΙ.
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... the noble- man ' to whom he had once looked for a hand and countenance in his introduction to the House . He ' His relative , the late Earl of Carlisle . said to me , I am glad you happened to ST . JAMES'S STREET . 123.
... the noble- man ' to whom he had once looked for a hand and countenance in his introduction to the House . He ' His relative , the late Earl of Carlisle . said to me , I am glad you happened to ST . JAMES'S STREET . 123.
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Page 437 - The place was worthy of such a trial. It was the great hall of William Rufus, the hall which had resounded with acclamations at the inauguration of thirty kings, the hall which had witnessed the just sentence of Bacon and the just absolution of Somers, the hall where the eloquence of...
Page 438 - Wales, conspicuous by his fine person and noble bearing. The gray old walls were hung with scarlet. The long galleries were crowded by an audience such as has rarely excited the fears or the emulation of an orator. There were gathered together, from all parts of a great, free, enlightened, and prosperous empire, grace and female loveliness, wit and learning, the representatives of every science and of every art.
Page 294 - Henry's holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of 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: Ah happy hills!
Page 239 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed ; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit, Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Page 305 - Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge, enough The characters of hell to trace...
Page 442 - I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb-stone, my heart melts with compassion: when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates...
Page 321 - Why doth the crown lie there, upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow ? O polish'd perturbation ! golden care ! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night, sleep with it now ! Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet, As he, whose brow with homely biggin bound, Snores out the watch of night.
Page 281 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Page 314 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Page 439 - ... bar, and bent his knee. The culprit was indeed not unworthy of that great presence. He had ruled an extensive and populous country, had made laws and treaties, had sent forth armies, had set up and pulled down princes. And in his high place he had so borne himself, that all had feared him, that most had loved him, and that hatred itself could deny him no title to glory, except virtue. He looked like a great man, and not like a bad man.