Tallis's Illustrated London, Том 2John Tallis, 1851 |
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acres afterwards ancient arches asylum beautiful Bermondsey Bishop Blackfriars-road brick building built called Camberwell centre chapel Charles Charles II chief church of St Clapham commenced contains court covered crown Deptford docks Duke Earl east side edifice Edward Edward III elegant Elephant and Castle Elizabeth eminent England entrance erected Exhibition extending favourite feet long formed founded gallery gardens George George's-fields Gravesend Gray's Inn Greenwich ground hall handsome Henry VIII High-street Holborn hospital House Inigo Jones Ionic order James King Lambeth Palace Lincoln's Lincoln's Inn London Bridge Lord Mayor magnificent manor mansion Mary metropolis miles neighbourhood noble north side occupied opened original Oxford-street palace Park parliament Peckham present Prince prison Queen railway reign residence river road Rotherhithe royal Sir John Sir Thomas South Lambeth south side Southwark square stone Streatham street structure Surrey Thames theatre Tower town Tyburn Vauxhall walls Westminster whence William wings
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Стр. 294 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Стр. 268 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
Стр. 106 - But free and common as the sea or wind. When he to boast or to disperse his stores, Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, Visits the world, and in his flying towers Brings home to us, and makes both 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.
Стр. 108 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
Стр. 108 - Indolence, &c. who died at Richmond on the 22d of August, and was buried there on the 29th, OS 1748. The earl of Buchan, unwilling that so good a man and sweet a poet should be. without a memorial, has denoted - the place of his interment, for the satisfaction of his admirers, in the year of our Iw 3 1792.
Стр. 18 - Cross not with venturous step ; there oft is found The lurking thief, who, while the daylight shone, Made the walls echo with his begging tone : That crutch, which late compassion mov'd, shall wound Thy bleeding head, and fell thee to the ground. Though thou art tempted by the linkman's call, Yet trust him not along the lonely wall ; In the mid-way he'll quench the flaming brand, And share the booty with the pilfering band, Still keep the public streets where oily rays Shot from the crystal lamp...
Стр. 64 - Dodd," who contributed to the Popish idea one had imbibed, by haranguing entirely in the French style, and very eloquently and touchingly. He apostrophized the lost sheep, who sobbed and cried from their souls ; so did my Lady Hertford and Fanny Pelham, till I believe the city dames took them both for Jane Shores.
Стр. 268 - Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Стр. 50 - 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.
Стр. 244 - BUT yesterday a naked sod The dandies sneered from Rotten Row, And cantered o'er it to and fro : And see 'tis done ! As though 'twere by a wizard's rod A blazing arch of lucid glass Leaps like a fountain from the grass To meet the sun...