Recollections of Literary Characters and Celebrated Places: Dr. Maginn. Ham house, and its inhabitants. Hampton court, past and present. Holland house and its inhabitants. Mrs. Montagu, and her friends. Whitehall and its predecessorsR. Bentley, 1854 - Authors, English |
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Page 313 - Of household smoke, your eye excursive roams: Wide-stretching from the Hall, in whose kind haunt The hospitable Genius lingers still, To where the broken landscape, by degrees, Ascending, roughens into rigid hills; O'er which the Cambrian mountains, like far clouds That skirt the blue horizon, dusky rise.
Page 25 - He made a very ill appearance : he was very big : his hair red, hanging oddly about him : his tongue was too big for his mouth, which made him bedew all that he talked to : and his whole manner was rough and boisterous, and very unfit for a court.
Page 69 - Court, commanding them neither to spare for any cost, expense, or travayle, to make such a triumphant banquet as they might not only wonder at it here, but also make a glorious report of it in their country, to the great honour of the king and his realm.
Page 101 - O'er my dim eye-balls glance the sudden tears ! How sweet were once thy prospects, fresh and fair, Thy sloping walks and unpolluted air ! How sweet the glooms beneath...
Page 107 - Suggested by a view of the seat and ruins of a deceased nobleman at Kingsgate, Kent, in " Old, and abandon'd by each venal friend, Here Holland form'd the pious resolution, To smuggle a few years, and strive to mend A broken character and constitution. " On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice ; Earl Goodwin trembled for his neighbouring sand ; Here sea-gulls scream, and cormorants rejoice, And mariners, though shipwreck'd, dread to land.
Page 289 - I care not how little I say in that business of Ireland, since those strange powers and instructions given to your favourite Glamorgan, which appear to be so inexcusable to justice, piety, and prudence. And I fear there is very much in that transaction of Ireland, both before and since, that you and I were never thought wise enough to be advised with in. Oh! Mr. Secretary, those stratagems have given me more sad hours than all the...
Page 219 - First went Gentlemen, Barons, Earls, Knights of the Garter, all richly dressed and bareheaded; next came the...
Page 245 - They seeing the good lady sad and heavy, (as one that well knew by her other handling, that her death was not far off...
Page 216 - French-more, and the cushion-dance, and then all the company dances, lord and groom, lady and kitchen-maid, no distinction. So in our court, in Queen Elizabeth's time, gravity and state were kept up. In King James's time things were pretty well. But in King Charles's time there has been nothing but French-more, and the cushion-dance, omnium gatherum, tolly polly, hoite come toite.
Page 47 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies...