Modern London; or, London as it is [by P. Cunningham]. [10 eds. Title varies].

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Page 41 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 80 - A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And through the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, And spare the meek usurper's holy head!
Page 142 - Let him that is a true-born gentleman, And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. SOMERSET. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
Page 127 - JOHN NEWTON, CLERK, Once an infidel and libertine, A servant of slaves in Africa, Was by the rich mercy of our Lord and Saviour JESUS CHRIST, Preserved, restored, pardoned, And appointed to preach the faith he Had long laboured to destroy, Near 16 years at Olney in Bucks ; And — years in this church.
Page 246 - I give to the master and keepers or wardens and commonalty of the mystery or art of a stationer of the city of London...
Page 104 - twould a saint provoke" (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke), " No, let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead— And, Betty, give this cheek a little red.
Page 245 - Nigh where Fleet Ditch descends in sable streams, To wash his sooty Naiads in the Thames, There stands a structure on a rising hill. Where tyros take their freedom out to kill.
Page 103 - O Rare Ben Jonson." The poet is buried here standing on his feet, and the inscription was done, as Aubrey relates, "at the charge of Jack Young (afterwards knighted), who, walking here when the grave was covering, gave the fellow eighteenpence to cut it.
Page 237 - Forsitan ct nostrum nomen miscebitur istis. ' * When we got to Temple Bar he stopped me, pointed to the heads upon it, and slily whispered me, ' Forsitan et nostrum nomen miscebitur ISTIS.
Page 59 - Yet Burlington's fair palace still remains ; Beauty within, without proportion, reigns. Beneath his eye declining art revives, The wall with animated picture lives ; There Handel strikes the strings, the melting strain Transports the soul, and thrills through every vein ; There oft I enter, (but with cleaner shoes,) For Burlington's belov'd by every Muse.

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