A handbook for travellers in Kent and Sussex [by R.J. King].

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Page 43 - Dictionary of Geography, Descriptive, Physical, Statistical, and Historical : Forming a complete General Gazetteer of the World.
Page 127 - Thy mount, to which the dryads do resort, Where Pan and Bacchus their high feasts have made, Beneath the broad beech and the chestnut shade, That taller tree, which of a nut was set At his great birth where all the Muses met.
Page 10 - We walked in the evening in Greenwich park. He asked me, I suppose, by way of trying my disposition, " Is not this very fine?" Having no exquisite relish of the beauties of nature, and being more delighted with " the busy hum of men," I answered " Yes, sir ; but not equal to Fleet-street." JOHNSON. "You are right, sir.
Page 140 - More saw this aged man, he thought it expedient to hear him say his mind in this matter; for being so old a man, it was likely that he knew most of any man in that presence and company.
Page 128 - With all their zeal to warm their welcome here. What (great, I will not say, but) sudden cheer Didst thou then make 'em!
Page 58 - After travelling over various parts of the kingdom, during the greater part of a century, she settled at Norwood, whither her great age, and the fame of her fortune-telling, attracted numerous visitors. From a habit of sitting on the ground, with her chin resting on her knees, the sinews at length became so contracted, that she could not rise from that posture : after her death, they were obliged to inclose her body in a deep square box. Her funeral was attended by two mourning coaches : a sermon...
Page 127 - Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show Of touch or marble, nor canst boast a row Of polished pillars, or a roof of gold; Thou hast no lantern whereof tales are told, Or stairs or courts; but stand'st an ancient pile, And these, grudged at, art reverenced the while.
Page 37 - On either side, the banks of the Medway, covered with corn-fields and pastures, with here and there a windmill, or a distant church, stretched away as far as the eye could see, presenting a rich and varied landscape, ROCHESTER CASTLE.
Page 113 - But here I am in Kent and Christendom, Among the Muses, where I read and rhyme; Where if thou list, my Poynz, for to come, Thou shalt be judge how I do spend my time.
Page 29 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!

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