Jenkinson's Smaller Practical Guide to the Isle of Wight1876 - 199 pages |
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Abbey Afton Alum bay ancient appears Appuldurcombe Arreton ascent Ashey beautiful Bembridge Black Gang Bonchurch Brading Haven Brixton Brook Calbourne Carisbrooke Castle Catherine's Chale chalk cliffs chapel Charles charming Chillerton chine church close Compton Cook's Castle cottages Culver Cliffs descend distance downs East Cowes entered erected estuary farm farther feet Freshwater Gate front Gatcombe George's Godshill ground Gurnard Bay Helens Hotel Hurst Castle island Isle of Wight land landslips Lord manor house mansion Medina Messly miles monument Needles Newchurch Newport Niton Oglander opposite coast Osborne house Parkhurst forest passing path picturesque pleasant present prospect railway residence river road rocks Ryde sand Sandown secluded seen Shanklin shore Shorwell side slope Solent Southampton Water spot station Steephill stone Street summit tourist towers of Osborne town traveller trees Undercliff Ventnor village visited walk West Cowes Whippingham wood Wootton Worsley obelisk Wroxall yards Yarmouth
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Page 51 - tis to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire ; dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yon' tall, anchoring bark, Diminished to her cock ; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more ; Lest my...
Page 3 - Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath ; His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main....
Page 3 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 28 - 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.
Page 139 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Page 86 - ... it, is a land of hills and valleys, and drinketh water of the rain of heaven: a land which the Lord thy God careth for : the eyes of the Lord thy God are always upon it, from the beginning of the year even unto the end of the year.
Page 28 - It must be so — Our father Adam's fall, And disobedience, brought this lot on all. All die in him — But, hopeless should we be, Blest Revelation! were it not for thee. Hail, glorious Gospel! heavenly light, whereby We live with comfort, and with comfort die; And view, beyond this gloomy scene the tomb A life of endless happiness to come.
Page xii - Its soil is a gravel, which, assisted with its declivity, preserves it always so dry that immediately after the most violent rain a fine lady may walk without wetting her silken shoes. The fertility of the place is apparent from its extraordinary verdure, and it is so shaded with large and flourishing elms, that its narrow lanes are a natural grove or walk, which, in the regularity of its plantation, vies with the power of art, and in its wanton exuberancy greatly exceeds it...
Page 28 - Ye who the power of God delight to trace, And mark with joy each monument of grace, Tread lightly o'er this grave, as ye explore 'The short and simple annals of the poor.' A child reposes underneath this sod, A child to memory dear, and dear to God. Rejoice, yet shed the sympathetic tear — Jane, the ' Young Cottager,
Page 2 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.