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... lord Robert earl of Salisbury , " lord treasurer of England in his time ; and then unto the right " honorable the lord Wotton , at Canterbury , in Kent ; and laftly " unto the late duke of Buckingham t . " Both father and fon were great ...
... lord Robert earl of Salisbury , " lord treasurer of England in his time ; and then unto the right " honorable the lord Wotton , at Canterbury , in Kent ; and laftly " unto the late duke of Buckingham t . " Both father and fon were great ...
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... " Then , turning to Andrews , Well , my lord , what fay you ? The good bifhop would have evaded the question , but the Mr. Thomas Warton king OF BISHOP ANDREWS . 47 48 WINCHESTER- HOUSE . THE CLINK . MONUMENT OF LOCKYER.
... " Then , turning to Andrews , Well , my lord , what fay you ? The good bifhop would have evaded the question , but the Mr. Thomas Warton king OF BISHOP ANDREWS . 47 48 WINCHESTER- HOUSE . THE CLINK . MONUMENT OF LOCKYER.
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... lord Norris , who appear kneeling round his magnificent cenotaph ( for he was buried at Rycot ) in the chapel of St. An- drew . This figure has one hand on his breast , the other a little removed from it , in attitude of devotion ...
... lord Norris , who appear kneeling round his magnificent cenotaph ( for he was buried at Rycot ) in the chapel of St. An- drew . This figure has one hand on his breast , the other a little removed from it , in attitude of devotion ...
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... lord , Low on his funeral couch he lies ↑ No pitying heart , no eye , afford A tear to grace his obfequies . Is the fable warrior fled ? Thy fon is gone : he refts among the dead ! The swarm , that in thy noon - tide beam were born ...
... lord , Low on his funeral couch he lies ↑ No pitying heart , no eye , afford A tear to grace his obfequies . Is the fable warrior fled ? Thy fon is gone : he refts among the dead ! The swarm , that in thy noon - tide beam were born ...
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... lords is a room ornamented with the tapestry HOUSE OF LORDS . which records our victory over the Spanish Armada . It was be- spoke by the earl of Nottingham , lord high admiral , and comman- der in chief on the glorious day . The defign ...
... lords is a room ornamented with the tapestry HOUSE OF LORDS . which records our victory over the Spanish Armada . It was be- spoke by the earl of Nottingham , lord high admiral , and comman- der in chief on the glorious day . The defign ...
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ADDITIONS AND CORRECTIONS afterwards againſt Aldgate alfo alſo antient bishop building built called cauſe chapel Charles Charles II Clerkenwell confiderable court death defign deſtroyed died dreffed duke earl Edward Edward III Edward VI expence faid fame fays fecond fent feven feveral fhall fhew fhould fide finiſhed firft firſt fite fome foon fouth ftands ftill ftone ftood fubject fuch fuffered hall Henry VIII himſelf hofpital honor houfe houſe hundred Inigo Jones James king knight laft laſt London lord mayor magnificent majefty Mary maſter moft monarch monument moſt muſt numbers occafion palace Parentalia parish parlement Paul's perfons portrait pounds prefent preferved prifon prince purchaſed purpoſe queen Elizabeth rebuilt refidence reign reprefented Richard Richard II royal ſeveral Sir John Sir Thomas ſmall Southwark ſtanding ſtone ſtood Stow Stow's Survaie ſtreet Strype's Thames thefe theſe thofe thoſe thouſand tomb Tower uſe vaft vaſt vifited walls weft William
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Página 76 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, 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.
Página 69 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Página 69 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Página 426 - Indies ours ; finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, cities in deserts, woods in cities, plants : so that to us no thing, no place, is strange, while his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Página 353 - Gentiles' great apostle's name, With grace divine great Anna's seen to rise, An awful form, that glads a nation's eyes. Beneath her feet four mighty realms appear, And with due reverence pay their homage there) Britain and Ireland seem to owe her grace, And e'en wild India wears a smiling face.
Página 426 - O could I flow like thee! and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme ! Tho
Página 76 - 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 of the tombs, of some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.
Página 209 - Marriages performed within,' written 'beneath. A dirty fellow invited you in. The parson was seen walking before his shop : a squalid profligate figure, clad in a tattered plaid night-gown, with a fiery face, and ready to couple you for a dram of gin, or roll of tobacco.
Página 49 - Even such is man, whose thread is spun, Drawn out, and cut, and so is done. The rose withers, the blossom blasteth, The flower fades, the morning hasteth, The sun sets, the shadow flies, The gourd consumes, and man — he dies!
Página 121 - T' entrench the city for defence in ? Rais'd rampiers with their own soft hands, To put the enemy to stands ; From ladies down to oyster-wenches Labour'd like pioneers in trenches, Fell to their pick-axes, and tools, And help'd the men to dig like moles?