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Portrait of William Winter—from a crayon by Arthur Jule Goodman

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The Anchor Inn

Old House at Bridport

Restoration House, Rochester

Charing Cross

Kensington Palace

The Tower of London

Old Water Gate

Approach to Cheshire Cheese

St. Mary-le-Strand

Temple Church

Gower's Monument

Andrews's Monument

Old Tabard Inn, Southwark

Windsor Castle

St. George's Chapel, Windsor Castle

Windsor Forest and Park

The Curfew Tower

The Sign of the Swan

Westminster Hall

The Mace

Greenwich Hospital

Queen Elizabeth's Cradle

Warwick Castle

Old Inn

Washington Irving's Parlour

From the Warwick Shield

Holy Trinity Church, Stratford

The Inglenook

Approach to Shottery

Distant View of Stratford

Whitehall Gateway

Lambeth Palace

Dulwich College

The Crown Inn, Dulwich

Oriel Window

From the Triforium, Westminster Abbey

Chapel of Henry VII.

Chapel of Edward the Confessor

The Poets' Corner

The North Ambulatory

The Spaniards, Hampstead

The Dome of St. Paul's

The Grange

Shakespeare's Birthplace

Anne Hathaway's Cottage

Charlecote

Meadow Walk by the Avon

Antique Font

Monument

Gable Window

Peveril Peak

St. Paul's, from Maiden Lane

The Charter-house

St. Giles', Cripplegate

Sir John Crosby's Monument

Gresham's Monument

Goldsmith's House

A Bit from Clare Court

Fleet Street in 1780

Gray's Inn Square

Stoke-Pogis Church

Old Church

The White Hart

Column on Barnet Battle-field

Farm-house

Falstaff Inn and West Gate, Canterbury

Butchery Lane, Canterbury

Flying-horse Inn, Canterbury

Canterbury Cathedral

Stratford-upon-Avon

Stratford Church

Washington Irving's Chair

The Stratford Memorial

Mary Arden's Cottage

Church of St. Martin

Westminster Abbey

Middle Temple Lane



This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself, . . . This precious stone set in the silver sea, . . . This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, . . . This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world! SHAKESPEARE.

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All that I saw returns upon my view; All that I heard comes back upon my ear; All that I felt this moment doth renew. Fair land! by Time's parental love made free, By Social Order's watchful arms embraced, With unexampled union meet in thee, For eye and mind, the present and the past; With golden prospect for futurity, If that be reverenced which ought to last. WORDSWORTH.




Shakespeare's England

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