A Holiday on the Road: An Artist's Wanderings in Kent, Sussex, and Surrey

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Richard Bentley & Son, 1887 - 408 páginas

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Página 160 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 362 - Not to covet nor desire other men's goods ; but to learn and labour truly to get mine own living, and to do my duty in that state of life unto which it shall please God to call me.
Página 340 - We may live without poetry, music, and art ; We may live without conscience, and live without heart ; We may live without friends ; we may live without books ; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. He may live without books, — what is knowledge but grieving ? He may live without hope, — what is hope but deceiving ? He may live without love, — what is passion but pining ? But where is the man that can live without dining ? XX.
Página 120 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He buildcd better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Página 159 - Forward, Forward,' lost within a growing gloom; Lost, or only heard in silence from the silence of a tomb. Half the marvels of my morning, triumphs over time and space, Staled by frequence, shrunk by usage into commonest commonplace! 'Forward' rang the voices then, and of the many mine was one. Let us hush this cry of 'Forward' till ten thousand years have gone.
Página 78 - There is no great and no small To the Soul that maketh all: And where it cometh, all things are; And it cometh everywhere.
Página 391 - I do distrust the poet who discerns No character or glory in his times, And trundles back his soul five hundred years, Past moat and drawbridge, into a castle-court, To sing — oh not of lizard or of toad Alive i...
Página 105 - Scenes must be beautiful, which daily viewed Please daily, and whose novelty survives Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years.
Página 333 - A Knight of Cales, A Gentleman of Wales, And a Laird of the North Countree ; A Yeoman of Kent, With his yearly rent. Will buy them out all three...
Página 218 - Sir Richard spoke and he laugh'd, and we roar'da hurrah, and so The little "Revenge" ran on sheer into the heart of the foe, With her hundred fighters on deck, and her ninety sick below ; For half of their fleet to the right and half to the left...

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