Covent Garden: Its Romance and History

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Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton, Kent & Company ld., 1913 - 269 էջ

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Էջ 46 - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give; See him, when starved to death and turned to dust, Presented with a monumental bust! The poet's fate is here in emblem shown; He asked for bread, and he received a stone.
Էջ 229 - ... with his little black wig on the top of his head, instead of a nightcap, and a poker in his hand, imagining, probably, that some ruffians were coming to attack him. When he discovered who they were, and was told their errand, he smiled, and with great good humour agreed to their proposal: 'What, is it you, you dogs! I'll have a frisk with you.
Էջ 258 - My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good strawberries in your garden there : I do beseech you send for some of them.
Էջ 66 - Nowhere was the smoking more constant than at Will's. That celebrated house, situated between Covent Garden and Bow Street, was sacred to polite letters. There the talk was about poetical justice and the unities of place and time. There was a faction for Perrault and the moderns, a faction for Boileau and the ancients. One group debated whether Paradise Lost ought not to have been in rhyme. To another an envious poetaster demonstrated that Venice Preserved ought to have been hooted from the stage.
Էջ 99 - I know the nature of attending crowned heads in their last moments too well to be fond of waiting upon them, without being sent for by a proper authority. You have heard of pardons being signed for physicians, before a sovereign's demise ; however, ill as I was, I would have went to the queen in a horse-litter, had either her majesty, or those in commission next to her, commanded me so to do.
Էջ 229 - One night when Beauclerk and Langton had supped at a tavern in London, and sat till about three in the morning, it came into their heads to go and knock up Johnson, and see if they could prevail on him to join them in a ramble. They rapped violently at the door of his chambers in the Temple, till at last he appeared in his shirt, with his little black wig on the top of his head, instead of a nightcap, and a poker in his hand, imagining, probably, that some ruffians were coming to attack him. When...
Էջ 81 - Alcinous, where we are morally sure of the earliest peas and 'sparagus. Bow Street, where the thieves are examined, within a few yards of us. Mary had not been here four-and-twenty hours before she saw a thief. She sits at the window working; and casually throwing out her eyes, she sees a concourse of people coming this way, with a constable to conduct the solemnity. These little incidents agreeably diversify a female life.
Էջ 32 - Jones' immortal hands, Columns with plain magnificence appear, And graceful porches lead along the square: Here oft my course I bend, when lo! from far, I spy the furies of the football war: The 'prentice quits his shop to join the crew, Increasing crowds the flying game pursue.
Էջ 57 - s like THE FINISH,' lads, Where all your high pedestrian pads, That have been up and out all night, Running their rigs among the rattlers?
Էջ 112 - So London's sons in nightcap woke, In bedgown woke her dames, For shouts were heard mid fire and smoke, And twice ten hundred voices spoke, " The playhouse is in flames." And lo ! where Catherine Street extends, A fiery...

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