The Beauties of England and Wales, or, Delineations, topographical, historical, and descriptive, of each county, Tom 6
John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, James Norris Brewer, Joseph Nightingale, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees, Thomas Hood, John Harris
Printed by Thomas Maiden, for Vernor and Hood [and 6 others], 1805
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Abbey acres afterwards ahnost aisles ancient antiquity appears arches beautiful Bishop Bishop of Winchester building built called Camden Carisbrooke Castle Castle Cathedral celebrated centre Chapel Charles Church considerable court Crown Domesday Book Duke Earl east Edward the Confessor Edward the Elder Edward the Third elegant eminence entrance erected extensive extremely feet Forest formerly gate Glocester Goodrich Castle granted ground Hampshire Henry the Eighth Hereford Herefordshire Hill inhabitants Isle of Wight John Kenchester King King's land late latter length Leominster Lord machicollations manor mansion miles nave nearly number of houses original ornamented parish Parliament pillars Portsmouth possession present principal Priory Queen remains residence Richard river river Wye Roman ruins Saxon seat situated Southampton Southampton Water stone timber tion tower town transept trees various Walkelin wall whole William Winchester wood yards
Strona 509 - But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heav'n-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross" — each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The man of Ross...
Strona 509 - Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon alms-house, neat, but void of state, Where Age and Want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest, The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes, and gives.
Strona 294 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
Strona 386 - Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear, That mourns thy exit from a world like this ; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss • No more confined to grov'ling scenes of night, No more a tenant pent in mortal clay, Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.
Strona 509 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who tanght that heaven-directed spire to rise ?
Strona 92 - ARTHUR'S ROUND TABLE AT WINCHESTER [I77/J Where Venta's " Norman castle still uprears Its rafter'd hall, that o'er the grassy foss, And scatter'd flinty fragments clad in moss, On yonder steep in naked state appears; High-hung remains, the pride of warlike years, Old Arthur's board: on the capacious round Some British pen has sketch'd the names renown'd, In marks obscure, of his immortal peers.
Strona 157 - Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began, A mighty hunter, and his prey was man: Our haughty Norman ' boasts that barb'rous name, And makes his trembling slaves the royal game. The fields are ravish'd from th...
Strona 177 - King William II., surnamed Rufus, being slain, as before related, was laid in a cart belonging to one Purkess, and drawn from hence to Winchester, and buried in the cathedral church of that city.
Strona 157 - The fields are ravish'd from th' industrious swains, From men their cities, and from gods their fanes ; The levell'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er ; The hollow winds through naked temples roar : Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd ; O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind ; The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires, And savage bowlings fill the sacred quires. Aw'd by his nobles, by his commons curst, Th...