Excursions from BathR. Cruttwell, 1801 - 346 pages |
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Page 345 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 177 - And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire; and ye shall hew down the graven images of their gods, and destroy the names of them out of that place.
Page 107 - Nymph of the grot, these sacred springs I keep : And to the murmur of these waters sleep : Ah spare my slumbers, gently tread the cave, And drink in silence, or in silence lave.
Page 180 - T' entomb his Britons slain by Hengist's guile : Or Druid priests, sprinkled with human gore, Taught mid thy massy maze their mystic lore: Or Danish chiefs, enrich'd with savage spoil, To victory's idol vast, an unhewn shrine, Rear'd the rude heap, or in thy hallow'd ground Repose the kings of Brutus...
Page 219 - Jefferies up to the Lady's bedside, who was then sick : he repeated the purport of what he had before said ; but she absolutely refusing, he fell on his knees, vowing never to rise till his request was granted. The rest of the company, by his desire, kneeled also ; she, being naturally of a timorous disposition, and then under a sudden surprise, fainted away. As soon as she recovered her speech she cried, No, no.' ' Enough, gentlemen,' replied he (rising briskly), ' my Lady is very good, she says,...
Page 56 - He was a man of wonderful gravity and wisdom ; and understood not only the whole science and mystery of the law$ at least equally with any man who had ever sat in that place; but had a clear conception of the whole policy of the government both of church and state, which, by the unskilfulness of some well-meaning men, justled each the other too much...
Page 57 - ... so that though he used very frankly to deny, and would never suffer any man to depart from him with an opinion that he was inclined to gratify, when in truth he was not, holding that dissimulation to be the worst of lying ; yet the manner of it was so gentle and obliging, and his condescension such, to inform the persons whom he could not satisfy, that few departed from him with ill will, and ill wishes.
Page 289 - Put not your trust in princes, nor in the sons of men, for in them there is no salvation."*** He was soon able, however, to collect his courage; and he prepared himself to suffer the fatal sentence.
Page 226 - Design or chance makes others wive, But nature did this match contrive ; Eve might as well have Adam fled, As she denied her little bed To him, for whom Heaven seemed to frame And measure out this only dame. Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care, Over whose heads those arrows fly Of sad distrust and jealousy, Secured in as high extreme As if the world held none but them. To...
Page 318 - HERE lies the Earl of Suffolk's fool, Men call'd him Dicky Pearce ; His folly served to make folks laugh, When wit and mirth were scarce. Poor Dick, alas ! is dead and gone, What signifies to cry ? Dickies enough are still behind, To laugh at by and by.