Some Account of London, Volume 2

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J. Faulder, 1813 - London (England) - 660 pages

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Page 95 - 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. THE tomb of the wasteful unfortunate prince
Page 433 - the corporation being named The master, wardens, and assistants of the guild or fraternity of the most glorious and undivided Trinity, and of St. Clement, in the parish of Deptford Strond, in the county of Kent* AFTER the Custom-house, the first place of note
Page 305 - tempted by the question, Sir, will you be pleased to walk in and be married ? Along this most lawless space was hung up the frequent sign of a male and female hand conjoined, with, Marriages performed within, written beneath. A dirty fellow • See State Trials, vol. ix. page
Page 95 - is gone: he rests among the dead ! The swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the Zephyr blows. While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes j Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his
Page 305 - The free-bom Briton to the dungeon chain'd, Or, as the lust of cruelty prevail'd, At pleasure mark'd him with inglorious stripes; And crush'd out lives by secret barbarous ways. THOMSON-. ALL these barbarities were realized. The House of Commons, the year preceding, had taken up the enquiries
Page 306 - 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. Our great chancellor, lord HARDWICKE, put these
Page 170 - WALPOLE. The grave, great teacher, to a level brings Heroes and beggars, galley-slaves and kings. But Theodore this moral learn'd ere dead, Fate pour'd its lessons on his living head : Bestow'da kingdom, and denied him bread
Page 176 - To put the enemy to stands; From ladies down to oyster-wenches, Labour'd like pioneers in trenches, Fal'n to their pick-axes and tools, And help'd the men to dig like moles. Have not the handmaids of the city Chos'n of their members a committee. For raising of a common purse, Out of their wages to raise horse ? And do they not as
Page 350 - the cause is for GOD, and for the defence of yourselves, your wives, and children. Come, my honest brave boys, pray heartily and fight heartily, and GOD will bless you."* AT the back of Bethlem hospital is a long street, called London
Page 483 - in whose house there was often " six oxen eaten at a breakfast, and every taverne " was full of his meate; for hee that had any " acquaintance in that house, might have there " so much of sodden and rost meate, as he could

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