Journal of a Tour and Residence in Great Britain, During the Years 1810 and 1811, Volume 1J. Ballantyne and Company, 1817 - 530 páginas |
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... walk , eight or ten feet wide , leads from the lodge to the house , and turning round it , through the wood behind , brings you to an open lawn , ( A ) sloping abrupt- ly to the water . A small gothic ruin stands there , of modern ...
... walk , eight or ten feet wide , leads from the lodge to the house , and turning round it , through the wood behind , brings you to an open lawn , ( A ) sloping abrupt- ly to the water . A small gothic ruin stands there , of modern ...
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... walk , turning to the right , ascends higher grounds still , to a plain on the top , where an old • FOE OF ) Johan 2 wool Old Church 30234 & Telegraph C TROKE ( 0.139013 Aba gothic church stands , ( C ) with a tower. 10 MOUNT EDGECUMBE . ..
... walk , turning to the right , ascends higher grounds still , to a plain on the top , where an old • FOE OF ) Johan 2 wool Old Church 30234 & Telegraph C TROKE ( 0.139013 Aba gothic church stands , ( C ) with a tower. 10 MOUNT EDGECUMBE . ..
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... walk of two or three miles , which took us something less than three hours . There is nothing done at Mount Edgecumbe which a gentleman of moderate fortune could not perform ; and nature herself has been at no great expense of bold ...
... walk of two or three miles , which took us something less than three hours . There is nothing done at Mount Edgecumbe which a gentleman of moderate fortune could not perform ; and nature herself has been at no great expense of bold ...
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... the wrong . The country is beautiful , rich , and varied with villas and mansions , and dark groves of pines , shrubs in full bloom , lawns ever green , and gravel walks so neat , -with porters ' lodges 20 BATH THE AVON .
... the wrong . The country is beautiful , rich , and varied with villas and mansions , and dark groves of pines , shrubs in full bloom , lawns ever green , and gravel walks so neat , -with porters ' lodges 20 BATH THE AVON .
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Louis Simond. and gravel walks so neat , -with porters ' lodges , built in rough - cast , and stuck all over with flints , in their native grotesqueness ; for this part of England is a great bed of ... walks so neat,-with porters' lodges...
Louis Simond. and gravel walks so neat , -with porters ' lodges , built in rough - cast , and stuck all over with flints , in their native grotesqueness ; for this part of England is a great bed of ... walks so neat,-with porters' lodges...
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Página 167 - Hell is murky! — Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? — Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? — What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? — No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Página 166 - tis not done: the attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready; He could not miss 'em. Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done't.
Página 164 - And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Página 164 - Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 411 - Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feathered o'er His ruined sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare. xv. From the steep promontory gazed The stranger, raptured and amazed, And,
Página 164 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macbeth. Prithee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady Macbeth. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would 50 Be so much more the man.
Página 456 - Tossing the torches' flames about. And the double double peals of the drum are there. And the startling burst of the trumpet's blare ; And the gong, that seems, with its thunders dread, To stun the living, and waken the dead. The ear-strings throb as if they were broke, And the eye-lids drop at the weight of its stroke.
Página 152 - Catches her child, and pointing where the waves Foam through the shatter'd vessel, shrieks aloud, As one poor wretch that spreads his piteous arms For succour, swallow'd by the roaring surge...
Página 164 - Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely?
Página 472 - Equity is a roguish thing ; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to ; equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 'Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot...