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Abbey Bank beginning Bridge broad building built cent Chapel Charing Cross Charles Chelsea church City Club collection College contains corner Court dated Duke East Edward England English entrance erected Exhibition figures Gallery Gardens Gate George Green grove Hall head Henry High Hill Hospital Hotel House Hoxton interesting James James's John Kensington Kentish town King King's Lady Lambeth Landscape lane leading London Lord Lower marble Mary monument Museum North occupied Office opposite original painted Palace Pall Mall Park pass Piccadilly Portrait present Prince Queen Railway reach Regent Street representing river road Roman Room round Royal scene School side South square Station statue Strand street style Temple Thames THEATRE Tower town Upper various walk wall West Westminster wood
Page 296 - We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers and vats, but the potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Page 342 - I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too...
Page 138 - 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. Som. 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 216 - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land. — But bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Page 197 - Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, ' Here let their discord with them die. Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Page 138 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose: And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Page 123 - Death is there associated, not, as in Westminster Abbey and St Paul's, with genius and virtue, with public veneration and with imperishable renown; not, as in our humblest churches and churchyards, with everything that is most endearing in social and domestic charities; but with whatever is darkest in human nature and in human destiny, with the savage triumph of implacable enemies, with the inconstancy, the ingratitude, the cowardice of friends, with all the miseries of fallen greatness and of blighted...
Page 202 - Life is a Jest, and all Things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it.