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Page 48 - About his neck a red ribband suitable to his girdle. His harp in good grace dependent before him. His wrest tyed to a green lace and hanging by.
Page 48 - ... have taken the greatest trouble in the world to get me a minstrel. I have encouraged Hafen to learn ditties, and he has even composed some himself at my bidding. Once I gave him a dress which you would have laughed to see. It was made after the most approved fashion of minstrelsy. First, there was a long gown of Kendal green, gathered at the neck with a narrow gorget; it had sleeves that hung as low as the knee, slit from the shoulder to the hand and lined with white cotton; a doublet with sleeves...
Page 27 - His champions, on a milkwhite steed, From the battle's hurricane Bore him to Joseph's towered fane, In the fair vale of Avalon* : There, with chanted orison And the long blaze of tapers clear, The stoled fathers met the bier : Through the dim aisles, in order dread Of martial woe, the chief they led, And deep entomb'd in holy ground, Before the altar's solemn bound.
Page 48 - A pair of pumps on his feet, with a crofs cut at his toes for corns : not new indeed, yet cleanly blackt with foot, and fhining as a fhoing horn.
Page 67 - If we reckon, with the ancients, that a generation lasts thirty years, then, in that space, 895,300,000 human beings will be born and die ; consequently, 81,760 must be dropping into eternity every day, 3,407 every hour, or about 56 every minute!
Page 27 - Slaughtered kings in glory go. But when he fell, with winged speed His champions, on a milk-white steed, From the battle's hurricane Bore him to Joseph's tower'd fane In the fair Vale of Avalon. There, with chanted orison And the long blaze of tapers clear, The stoled fathers met the bier.
Page 51 - Band a why'e, in fum order; but foon after, tag and rag, cut and long tail...
Page 37 - LINES, Written on Seeing My Husband's Picture, painted when he was young Those are the features, those the smiles, That first engag'd my virgin heart: I feel the pencil'd image true, I feel the mimic pow'r of art. For ever on my soul engrav'd His glowing cheek, his manly mien; I need not thee, thou painted shade, To tell me what my Love has been. 0 dearer now, tho' bent with age, Than in the pride of blooming youth!
Page 51 - Running at the quintin was a ludicrous kind of tilting, performed in the following manner: — A post, as high as a man on horseback, was set upright in the ground; with an iron pivot on the top, on which turned a long horizontal beam, unequally divided.
Page 45 - THERE was formerly a more ancient castle in this parish, situated in the woods opposite Stoneleigh Abbey; but it was demolished in King Edward's wars with the Danes, long before the foundations of the present castle were laid.

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