Memoir of the late John Talwin Shewell, to which is appended Notes of his Italian journey, and fugitive poemsWilliam Hunt, Steam Press, 1870 - 453 pages |
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... four years subsequent to the birth of his eldest son , his father withdrew from business , and by the advice of his relations retired to the Rectory House of Ickleford , in Hertfordshire , the birth - place of his sister , Sarah Shewell ...
... four years subsequent to the birth of his eldest son , his father withdrew from business , and by the advice of his relations retired to the Rectory House of Ickleford , in Hertfordshire , the birth - place of his sister , Sarah Shewell ...
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... Four years later , J. T. Shewell wrote the following lines in the much prized work , Dodsley's collection of Poems . J. T. Shewell . Ejus Liber , A.D. 1799 . THOUGHTS . True fame is his whose candid mind , Replete with every virtuous ...
... Four years later , J. T. Shewell wrote the following lines in the much prized work , Dodsley's collection of Poems . J. T. Shewell . Ejus Liber , A.D. 1799 . THOUGHTS . True fame is his whose candid mind , Replete with every virtuous ...
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... will not soon be effaced . " At five o'clock , we adjourned to Earlham , to dinner , when we sat down to a most bountiful entertainment , thirty - three or four - in number , a mixture of all sects , JOHN TALWIN SHEWELL . 23.
... will not soon be effaced . " At five o'clock , we adjourned to Earlham , to dinner , when we sat down to a most bountiful entertainment , thirty - three or four - in number , a mixture of all sects , JOHN TALWIN SHEWELL . 23.
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... four o'clock . A magnificent ride , rather cloudy , but no rain ; one char - à - banc and one horse , which we rode by turns : a pleasant excursion . Found excellent quarters at the Union , as before . VALLEY OF CHAMOUNI . 5th . Rose ...
... four o'clock . A magnificent ride , rather cloudy , but no rain ; one char - à - banc and one horse , which we rode by turns : a pleasant excursion . Found excellent quarters at the Union , as before . VALLEY OF CHAMOUNI . 5th . Rose ...
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... four were on our mules ; but had ascended not more than two miles before we were overtaken by so violent a shower of rain as , combined with the unfavourable appearances , determined us to return to our inn ; which we had reason to ...
... four were on our mules ; but had ascended not more than two miles before we were overtaken by so violent a shower of rain as , combined with the unfavourable appearances , determined us to return to our inn ; which we had reason to ...
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Page 218 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Page 133 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Page 94 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity...
Page 173 - So on he fares, and to the border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champaign head Of a steep wilderness, whose hairy sides With thicket overgrown, grotesque and wild, Access denied...
Page 193 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook His former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in His honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Page 235 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light — The Sun in human limbs array'd, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight; The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Page 50 - How various his employments, whom the world Calls idle ; and who justly, in return, Esteems that busy world an idler too ! Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, Delightful industry...
Page 229 - There is the moral of all human tales ; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails Wealth, vice, corruption — barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Page 97 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 270 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...