Cecil, a Peer: A Sequel to Cecil, Or The Adventures of a Coxcomb, Volumen2Lea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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... beauty of the season , and her fa- ther the only man capable at that moment of throwing a golden bridge of conciliation over the great gulph seething and frothing between the people and the throne . Whether in club or coterie , —whether ...
... beauty of the season , and her fa- ther the only man capable at that moment of throwing a golden bridge of conciliation over the great gulph seething and frothing between the people and the throne . Whether in club or coterie , —whether ...
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... beauty in the Rue du Montblanc , ) — we were almost on a par in age . Mary had abided on the shady , — I , on the sunny side of the way of life . Joy is the real elixir of immortality : the charm that imparts firmness to the muscle ...
... beauty in the Rue du Montblanc , ) — we were almost on a par in age . Mary had abided on the shady , — I , on the sunny side of the way of life . Joy is the real elixir of immortality : the charm that imparts firmness to the muscle ...
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... beauty and tranquillity , where people never enquire whether one's Mary's name was Smith or Thompson , where peerages never unfold their hateful leaves , and where , when for a happy pair - There come those full confidings of the past ...
... beauty and tranquillity , where people never enquire whether one's Mary's name was Smith or Thompson , where peerages never unfold their hateful leaves , and where , when for a happy pair - There come those full confidings of the past ...
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... - field , and Mitchelston the husband of the Irish beauty , lounging near Dorchester House , till it was time to go to Crockford's ; and persuaded Chip to let me drive him to St. James's Street , by way of gaining some little 30 CECIL .
... - field , and Mitchelston the husband of the Irish beauty , lounging near Dorchester House , till it was time to go to Crockford's ; and persuaded Chip to let me drive him to St. James's Street , by way of gaining some little 30 CECIL .
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... beauty was not made for all observance , If beauty ' t might be called . It was a sick And melancholy loveliness , that pleased But few ; and somewhat of its charm perhaps Grew from the spot she dwelt in . - PROCTOR . Velut minuta magno ...
... beauty was not made for all observance , If beauty ' t might be called . It was a sick And melancholy loveliness , that pleased But few ; and somewhat of its charm perhaps Grew from the spot she dwelt in . - PROCTOR . Velut minuta magno ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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.