Cecil, a Peer: A Sequel to Cecil, Or The Adventures of a Coxcomb, Volumen2Lea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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... Mere- worth , as eldest sons , most incompetent judges of the exigencies of the case ; and the consequence was that , Rigmarole being lost to Lord Ormington , I was forced to lose myself , by an alliance with Tchindagore Park . - - Few ...
... Mere- worth , as eldest sons , most incompetent judges of the exigencies of the case ; and the consequence was that , Rigmarole being lost to Lord Ormington , I was forced to lose myself , by an alliance with Tchindagore Park . - - Few ...
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... Mereworth , - ( Chip- penham then ! ) used to take such delight in tormenting to take a seat at one of her own soirées , when she was laced up for the dignity line of action . ” 66 Lady Votefilch was a friend of the late Lady Orming ...
... Mereworth , - ( Chip- penham then ! ) used to take such delight in tormenting to take a seat at one of her own soirées , when she was laced up for the dignity line of action . ” 66 Lady Votefilch was a friend of the late Lady Orming ...
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... Mereworth , who seemed to entertain an idea that Cecil was a centre around which all the roúes of St. James's Street revolved , tacitly appealed to my protection in favour of her son , as the Pagans used to burn propitiatory sacrifices ...
... Mereworth , who seemed to entertain an idea that Cecil was a centre around which all the roúes of St. James's Street revolved , tacitly appealed to my protection in favour of her son , as the Pagans used to burn propitiatory sacrifices ...
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... Mereworth , as I beheld it at the coronation , as I beheld it at the Chippenham festivities , irradiated by adoration of her first - born son , rose up in judgment before me ; — and though no longer in love with it , I was pene- trated ...
... Mereworth , as I beheld it at the coronation , as I beheld it at the Chippenham festivities , irradiated by adoration of her first - born son , rose up in judgment before me ; — and though no longer in love with it , I was pene- trated ...
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... Mereworth's . The venerable porter was now re- instated in the hall , - ( Giacomino , the Calabrian , hav- ing soon fretted himself into an atrophy in a country where maccaroni and poignards are tabooed , and been posted back to Naples ...
... Mereworth's . The venerable porter was now re- instated in the hall , - ( Giacomino , the Calabrian , hav- ing soon fretted himself into an atrophy in a country where maccaroni and poignards are tabooed , and been posted back to Naples ...
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amazing Arthur Cornwallis beauty become better Birchington Boodle's bore brother Bruton Street called Cecil Danby charm child Chipp Chippenham comfort Connaught Place Crutchley's dare daughter dear dear Jane death Devereux dinner Duchess Earl England eyes face fair fancy father favour feelings fellow felt fortune Frank Walsingham gentle girl Greyvin Grosvenor Square half hand Hanover Square happy Harris Hartingfield heard heart Heaven heiress Herries honour husband Ilfracomb Italy James's Jane Julia knew Lady Brettingham Lady Phoebe Lawrence Sterne Locksley London look Lord Ashby Lord Harris Lord Ormington Lucca Marcia Mary Mereworth mind Miss Crutchley Mitchelston nature never niece night noble Nunziata one's opera Ormington Hall party perceive poor Prince Public rendered Rotherhithe scarcely seemed smile soul swear talk tears thing thought thousand tion voice whispered White's wife woman words young
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Página 193 - Locks of pure brown, display'd th' encroaching white ; " The blood once fervid now to cool began, " And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man : " I rode or walk'd as I was wont before, But now the bounding spirit was no more ; A moderate pace would now my body heat, A walk of moderate length distress my feet. I show'd my stranger-guest those hills sublime. But said, ' The view is poor, we need not climb.
Página 193 - I learn'd to play at chess ; I took my dog and gun, but saw the brute Was disappointed that I did not shoot ; My morning walks I now could bear to lose, And bless'd the shower that gave me not to choose.
Página 69 - You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I .Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Página 91 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong...
Página 193 - At a friend's mansion I began to dread The cold neat parlour and the gay glazed bed : At home I felt a more decided taste, And must have all things in my order placed. I ceased to hunt ; my horses pleased me less — My dinner more ; I learned to play at chess.
Página 167 - Retain liis anger ; Nature knew not how ; " And so there came a softness to his mind, " And he forgave the usage of mankind. " His cold long fingers now were press'd to mine, " And his faint smile of kinder thoughts gave sign ; " His lips moved often as he tried to lend
Página 193 - And bless'd the shower that gave me not to choose. In fact, I felt a languor stealing on ; The active arm, the agile hand were gone ; Small daily actions into habits grew, And new dislike to forms and...
Página 93 - God ordain'ed not so. Home flies the Prince and to his trembling Wife Relates the new-past hazard of his life, Which she with decent passion hears him tell ; For not her own fair Eyes she lov'ed so well.
Página 43 - Best wives ! — the woman's well enough, she has no vice that I know of, but she's a wife, and — damn a wife ! If I were married to a hogshead of claret, matrimony would make me hate it.
Página 114 - The time is out of joint," and so am I : I quite forget this poem's merely quizzical, And deviate into matters rather dry. I ne'er decide what I shall say, and this I call Much too poetical : men should know why They write, and for what end ; but, note or text, I never know the word which will come next.