The Sussex CoastT.F. Unwin, 1912 - 409 pages |
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Abbey ancient arcade Arundel bays Beachy Head beautiful Bexhill Bishop Bosham brick Brighton building built buttresses called caps carved castle Cathedral chalk chancel chancel arch chapel Chichester church churchyard Cinque Ports clearstory cliffs corbels corner door Earl Early English Early English period east East Hoathly Eastbourne England erected feet Felpham fifteenth century flat flint foliage fourteenth century gateway hall harbour Hastings Herstmonceux hill interesting John King lancets land later Lewes Lord magnificent marble mediæval miles modern monument moulded nave Norman north aisle octagonal once original parish Perpendicular Pevensey Pevensey Castle piscina plain probably quire rebuilt remains rest river Roman roof round pillars ruins Saxon Seaford sedilia seems shafts shingle shore Shoreham side south aisle spire stair stone Sussex timber town transept trefoiled turret vaulted village wall Weald whole William Winchelsea wood
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Page 94 - Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?
Page 40 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Page 94 - Thames' waters flow. O what a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among. Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor; Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
Page 260 - To view the structure of this little work, A bird's nest. Mark it well, within, without. No tool had he that wrought, no knife to cut, No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert, No glue to join; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finish'd ! What nice hand, With ev'ry implement and means of art, And twenty years apprenticeship to boot, Could make me such another?
Page 132 - It is a vain thing to talk of an heretic ; for a man for his heart can think no otherwise than he does think. In the primitive times, there were many opinions, nothing scarce but some or other held : one of these opinions being embraced by some prince, and received into his kingdom, the rest were condemned as heresies ; and his religion, which was but one of the several opinions, first is said to be orthodox, and so have continued ever since the apostles.
Page 382 - Face of the curled stream, with flow'rs as many As the young spring gives, and as choice as any; Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells, Arbours o'ergrown with woodbines, caves and dells; Choose where thou wilt...
Page 91 - but not before last night. I was walking alone in my garden, there was great stillness among the branches and flowers and more than common sweetness in the air ; I heard a low and pleasant sound, and I knew not whence it came. At last I saw the broad leaf of a flower move, and underneath I saw a procession of creatures of the size and colour of green and gray grasshoppers, bearing a body laid out on a rose leaf, which they buried with songs, and then disappeared. It was a fairy funeral.
Page 132 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to ; equity is according to the conscience of him that is chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity.
Page 97 - Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides, While the loud equinox its power combines, The sea no more its swelling surge confines, But o'er the shrinking land sublimely rides. The wild blast, rising from the Western cave, Drives the huge billows from their heaving bed ; Tears from their grassy tombs the village dead, And breaks the silent sabbath of the grave ! With shells and sea-weed mingled, on the shore, Lo ! their bones whiten in the frequent wave ; But vain to them the winds and waters rave...
Page 40 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul; And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole...