The Letters of Horace Walpole: Earl of Orford, Zväzok 1H.G. Bohn, 1861 |
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Strana 32 - Assyrio fucatur lana veneno, 465 nee casia liquidi corrumpitur usus olivi, at secura quies et nescia fallere vita dives opum variarum, at latis otia fundis, speluncae vivique lacus...
Strana 231 - ... Handel has set up an oratorio against the operas, and succeeds. He has hired all the goddesses from farces and the singers of Roast Beef* from between the acts at both theatres, with a man with one note in his voice, and a girl without ever an one ; and so they sing, and make brave hallelujahs ; and the good company encore the recitative, if it happens to have any cadence like what they call a tune.
Strana cxxvii - Yes, she has one, I must aver : When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf and does not hear.
Strana 265 - Only imagine that I here every day see men, who are mountains of roast beef and only seem just roughly hewn out into the outlines of human form, like the giant-rock at Pratolino ! I shudder when I see them brandish their knives in act to carve, and look on them as savages that devour one another.
Strana 293 - Inclines our action, not constrains our will; Various of temper, as of face or frame, Each individual : His great end the same.
Strana lxvii - One night in the beginning of November, 1749, as I was returning from Holland House by moonlight, about ten at night, I was attacked by two highwaymen in Hyde Park, and the pistol of one of them going off accidentally, razed the skin under my eye, left some marks of shot on my face, and stunned me. The ball went through the top of the chariot, and if I had sat an inch nearer to the left side, must have gone through my head.
Strana cxix - Twelfth-night, at Court, had won so large a sum of money, that he thought it imprudent to carry it home in the dark, and deposited it with the mistress. Thence the Queen inferred great intimacy, and thenceforwards Lord Chesterfield could obtain no favour from Court ; and finding himself desperate, went into Opposition.
Strana 48 - Dear West, ONE hates writing descriptions that are to be found in every book of travels; but we have seen something to-day that I am sure you never read of, and perhaps never heard of.
Strana 15 - Lord ! how great I used to think anybody just landed at the Christopher ! But here are no boys for me to send for — here I am like Noah just returned into his old world again, with all sorts of queer feels about me. By the way, the clock strikes the old cracked sound — I recollect so much, and remember so little...
Strana 332 - It is impossible to describe to you the confusion into which this apostrophe threw me. I sank down into the box, and have never since ventured to set my foot into the playhouse. The next night, the uproar was repeated with greater violence, and nothing was heard but voices calling out, " Where's Mr. W. ? where's Mr. W. ? " In short, the whole town has been entertained with my prowess, and Mr. Conway has given me the name of Wat Tyler...