The Thames is liquid history.
The Thames is liquid history.
If my critics saw me walking over the Thames they would say it was because I couldn't swim.
She plied the waters of Boston Harbor for many years. In 1927, she was sold to the Thames Company, converted to a freighter and renamed the Thames.
I this day was spectator of the most magnificent Triumph that certainly ever floted on the Thames, considering the innumerable number of boates Vessels, dressd and adornd with all imaginabe Pomp but, above all, the Thrones, Arches, Pageants other representations, stately barges of the Lord Major, Companies, with varius Inventions, musique, Peales of Ordnance from both the vessels shore, going to meet Conduct the new Queene from Hampton Court to White-hall, at the first time of her Coming to Towne, exceeding in my opinion, all the Venetian Bucentoros c on the Ascention, when they go to Espouse the Adriatic his Majestie the Queene, came in an antique-shaped open Vessell, covered with a State or Canopy of Cloth of Gold, made in forme of a Cupola, supported with high Corinthian Pillars, wreathed with flowers, festoones Gyrlands I was in our new-built Vessell, sailing amongst them
A large whale was taken betwixt my land abutting on the Thames and Greenwich, which drew an infinite concourse to see it, by water, horse, coach, and on foot, from London, and all parts. ... It would have destroyed all the boats, but ... after a long conflict, it was killed with a harping iron, struck in the head, out of which spouted blood and water.
Every drop of the Thames is liquid 'istory.
And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.
Below us the Thames grew lighter, and all around below were the shadows - the dark shadows of buildings and bridges that formed the base of this dreadful masterpiece.
I am a demd villain . . . I will fill my pockets with change for a sovereign in half-pence and drown myself in the Thames . . . who for her sake will become a demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body.
London is vulnerable to flooding -- be it from the Thames tide, from rivers as a result of heavy rainfall, or from our drainage system.
Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself will sit down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder Zee, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the multitude of sensations Who knows but he will sit down solitary amid silent ruins, and weep a people inurned and their greatness changed into an empty name.
I long ago suggested the hypothesis, that in the basin of the Thames there are indications of a meeting in the Pleistocene period of a northern and southern fauna.
With cultivation, the New York oyster industry thought it had beaten nature. But the city still didn't take care of its water. London, where oysters once came from the Thames, has a similar story.
The silver Thames takes some part of this county in its journey to Oxford.
The difference between a misfortune and a calamity is this: If Gladstone fell into the Thames, it would be a misfortune. But if someone dragged him out again, that would be a calamity.
Someday when peace has returned to this odd world I want to come to London again and stand on a certain balcony on a moonlit night and look down upon the peaceful silver curve of the Thames with its dark bridges.
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