Rugby: the School and the NeighbourhoodWhittaker & Company, 1889 - 208 páginas |
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Abbey aforesaid afterwards aisle almsmen ancient appears appointed architectural Baronet Bart Bilton Bloxam boarding-house boys Brownsover buildings buried Cave chancel Chapel Clifton close commenced County of Warwick Coventry death died Domum Dunchurch Earl early edition elected Elizabeth entered Rugby School erected father feoffees Form foundationers Founder of Rugby fourteenth century George Harrison Give and Bequeath Gothic Architecture Grocers half-year Hall Headmaster heires Henry Holyoak Hillmorton Honorable Ingles inhabitants of Rugby James Jex-Blake John Howkins King land Lawford Lawrence Sheriff Leicester Leicestershire Leigh London Lord Magdalen College mansion Master of Rugby mastership Meteor monument Nicholas Barbon Northamptonshire Old Rugbeian Oxford Parish Church Peter Whitehead Pipewell playground pounds præpostors present published Rectory resigned road Rokeby Rugby School Charity School House Schoolroom side Street Thomas Thomas Carte took place town Trustee of Rugby tumulus Warwickshire Watling Street whilst window Wooll
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Página 99 - Though mangled, hacked, and hewed, not yet destroyed ; The little ones, unbuttoned, glowing hot, Playing our games, and on the very spot, As happy as we once, to kneel and draw The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw...
Página 99 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Página 99 - That, viewing it, we seem almost to obtain Our innocent sweet simple years again. This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life's long race, Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day.
Página 52 - Signed sealed published and declared by the above named John Anderson to be his last will and testament in the presence of us...
Página 202 - My journey thither was not, however, to make any military reconnaissance — it was to visit, and, if possible, to examine the so-called miraculous image of Our Lady of Hal. In different particular churches on the continent there are now, as there were formerly in this country, certain reputed miraculous images. Such is the miraculous image of the Crucifix in the Cathedral at Amiens, one of the most ancient images that I have met with on the continent, and which may, I think, from the manner in which...
Página 88 - CHORUS. Domum, domum, dulce domum, Domum, domum, dulce domum, Dulce, dulce, dulce, domum, Dulce domum resonemus!
Página 169 - I remember right, no portion of the back bone attached to it, and it is three feet one inch and a half broad across the lowest part, and four feet six inches in length. The circumference of the whole bone is not less than eleven feet four inches and a half. In the chapel of the great Guy, Earl of Warwick, which is situated not more...
Página 89 - An antient and most pugnacious family, 'says our Bath Friend. One of their descendants, George Rose, Esq., late MP for Christchurch (an elderly gentleman now defunct), was equally celebrated for his vocal abilities and his wanton destruction of furniture when in a state of excitement. — ' Sing, old Rose, and burn the bellows !
Página 10 - But truly (said he) the man that spake the words you have reported, meant nothing against the Lady Elizabeth your mistresse, and no more do we : but he like an honest and zealous man feared the alteration of religion, which every good man ought to fear...
Página 139 - LIFE is a journey. From our mothers' wombs, As houses, we set out : and in our tombs, As inns, we rest, till it be time to rise. Twixt rocks and gulfs our narrow foot-path lies : Haughty presumption and hell-deep despair Make our way dangerous, though seeming fair. The world, with its enticements sleek and sly, Slabbers our steps, and makes them slippery. The flesh, with its corruptions, clogs our feet, And burdens us with loads...