The Story of Charing Cross and Its Immediate NeighbourhoodChatto & Windus, 1906 - 344 oldal |
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The Story of Charing Cross and Its Immediate Neighbourhood J. Holden Macmichael Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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afterwards Apollonicon architect Austin Dobson Bedford Street Buckingham Builder Buildings called century Chandos Street Charing Cross Charles Club coach Cockspur Street Coffee-house corner Covent Garden Crown 8vo Cunningham curious Daily Advertiser died door Duke dwelt Earl Edited Edward England engraver erected exhibited famous feet flat back Garrick Garrick Club Gentlemen George gilt Golden Cross Haunted London Head Henrietta Street honour Horse Hotel Hungerford Bridge Hungerford Market Ibid illustrated boards James James's John King Street King's King's Mews known Lady late Letters lived Lord Martin's Church Martin's Lane Martin's Library Martin's Scrap Book Master Mews neighbourhood Northumberland House Novels occupied Office original painted Palace Pall Mall parish Percy picture cloth Portrait Post 8vo Queen Richard Round Court Royal says Slaughter's sold Spring Gardens statue stood Stories Strand Suffolk Street tavern Theatre Thomas Westminster Westminster Abbey Whitehall William
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74. oldal - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
235. oldal - ... into the vault. The spirit was solemnly required to perform its promise, but nothing more than silence ensued : the person supposed to be accused by the spirit, then went down with several others, but no effect was perceived. Upon their return they examined the girl, but could draw no confession from her. Between two and three she desired and was permitted to go home with her father. " It is, therefore, the opinion of the whole assembly, that the child has some art of making or counterfeiting...
2. oldal - The Art of Amusing : A Collection of Graceful Arts, Games, Tricks, Puzzles, and Charades. By FRANK BELLEW.
288. oldal - Each sought his pond'rous hobnail'd shoes, But first his worsted hosen plied, Plush breeches next, in crimson dyed, His nether bulk embraced ; Then jacket thick, of red or blue, Whose massy shoulder gave to view The badge of each respective crew, In tin or copper traced. The engines thunder'd through the street, Fire-hook, pipe, bucket, all complete, And torches glared, and clattering feet Along the pavement paced.
6. oldal - Comic Almanack. Complete in Two SERIES : The FIRST from 1835 to 1843 ; the SECOND from 1844 to 1853. A Gathering of the BEST HUMOUR of THACKERAY, HOOD, MAYHEW, ALBERT SMITH, A'BECKETT, ROBERT BROUGH, &c. With 2,000 Woodcuts and Steel Engravings by CRUIKSHANK, HINE, LANDELLS, &c.
21. oldal - A History of Our Own Times, from the Accession of Queen Victoria to the General Election of 1880.
224. oldal - I had of being utterly neglected and hopeless; of the shame I felt in my position; of the misery it was to my young heart to believe that, day by day, what I had learned, and thought, and delighted in, and raised my fancy and my emulation up by...
139. oldal - Our women are defective, and so sized, You'd think they were some of the guard disguised ; For to speak truth, men act, that are between Forty and fifty, wenches of fifteen ; With bone so large, and nerve so incompliant, When you call Desdemona, enter giant.
233. oldal - I could say nothing but that I had a brother there, a clergyman, that stood in need of help: as for myself, I have no dependence on the promises of great men: I look to the booksellers for support; they are my best friends, and I am not inclined to forsake them for others.
85. oldal - Temper the soot within this vase of oil, And let the little tripod aid thy toil. On this, methinks, I see the walking crew, At thy request, support the miry shoe ; The foot grows black that was with dirt embrown'd, And in thy pocket gingling halfpence sound.