Marmion Travestied: A Tale of Modern TimesG. Hazard, 1809 - 277 strán (strany) |
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... part , upon the stairs , A trumpet loudly blew ; The porter being rous'd withal , Now warn'd his lady in the hall : For well the blast he knew ; Then quickly did that lady call , The house - B 3 CANTO I. GLOUCESTER PALACE .
... part , upon the stairs , A trumpet loudly blew ; The porter being rous'd withal , Now warn'd his lady in the hall : For well the blast he knew ; Then quickly did that lady call , The house - B 3 CANTO I. GLOUCESTER PALACE .
Strana 11
... house at Gloucester Place : Magnificent , superb the plate , Displaying more than usual state , Which did the sideboard grace ; E'en the wine - glasses that were there Cost each two guineas , they declare , In none was there a flaw ...
... house at Gloucester Place : Magnificent , superb the plate , Displaying more than usual state , Which did the sideboard grace ; E'en the wine - glasses that were there Cost each two guineas , they declare , In none was there a flaw ...
Strana 20
... Gloucester Palace cut a dash , The mansion may for want of cash A hateful house become .-- A lady of my fame , you'll find , Will go abroad to raise the wind , When money's scant at home . He who a lady's smiles wou'd reap Must pay her ...
... Gloucester Palace cut a dash , The mansion may for want of cash A hateful house become .-- A lady of my fame , you'll find , Will go abroad to raise the wind , When money's scant at home . He who a lady's smiles wou'd reap Must pay her ...
Strana 23
... country gentleman , or one Suspicion cou'd not fall upon . ' XXIII . 29 Now Mrs. Clarke , was at a stand ; And to her forehead put her hand . " Fain wou'd I find the friend you need , C 4 CANTO I. GLOUCESTER PALACE .
... country gentleman , or one Suspicion cou'd not fall upon . ' XXIII . 29 Now Mrs. Clarke , was at a stand ; And to her forehead put her hand . " Fain wou'd I find the friend you need , C 4 CANTO I. GLOUCESTER PALACE .
Strana 35
... place a file , They bow'd and scrap'd now all the while His Highness march'd along ; Into the coach the Prince they put , The coachman ' gan the steeds to cut , And the street ... GLOUCESTER PALACE . THE BOARDING SCHOOL, 35.
... place a file , They bow'd and scrap'd now all the while His Highness march'd along ; Into the coach the Prince they put , The coachman ' gan the steeds to cut , And the street ... GLOUCESTER PALACE . THE BOARDING SCHOOL, 35.
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Strana 113 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list!
Strana 87 - High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse ! Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave...
Strana viii - Methinks, my friend, you relish not my joy ; what is the cause ? Stand. Canst thou not guess ? What is the bane of man and scourge of life, but woman?
Strana 120 - He was a man of middle age ; In aspect manly, grave, and sage, As on king's errand come; But in the glances of his eye, A penetrating, keen, and sly Expression found its home; The flash of that satiric rage, Which, bursting on the early stage, Branded the vices of the age, And broke the keys of Rome.
Strana iii - Tis Woman that seduces all Mankind, By her we first were taught the wheedling Arts: Her very Eyes can cheat; when most she's kind, She tricks us of our Money with our Hearts. For her, like Wolves by night we roam for Prey, And practise ev'ry Fraud to bribe her Charms; For Suits of Love, like Law, are won by Pay, And Beauty must be fee'd into our Arms.
Strana 5 - But having stoop'd, he unawares From hinder part, upon the stairs, A trumpet loudly blew; The porter being rous'd withal, Now warn'd his lady in the hall: For well the blast he knew; Then quickly did that lady call, The house-maid cook, and servants all : IV.
Strana 3 - NIGHT threw her veil o'er Cupid's seat, Fam'd Gloucester-Palace — love's retreat, And Portman's-Square so green ; Now Paddington and Dorset-Street ( The brothels where both sexes meet, And tumble beds, all soft and sweet, In darkness lie unseen; The watchmen, at Aurora's peep, Drawling,
Strana 160 - Short was the shaft, and weak the bow, To that which England bore. The Isles-men carried at their backs. The ancient Danish battle-axe. They raised a wild and wondering cry, As with his guide rode Marmion by. Loud were their clamoring tongues, as when The clanging sea-fowl leave the fen, And, with their cries discordant mixed, Grumbled and yelled the pipes betwixt.
Strana 27 - A bishoprick was all his aim, And which he would have had, we know, But crooked letter — tho' so round! Because it had an Irish sound, He lost it through his name with O. Then I advise you, let him see 'Twere best begin his name with P. Pliant in pimping like an osier, He thus may yet obtain the crosier.
Strana 260 - Scarce were the copies told, when she The quick destruction did decree, With all their rich contents. Forgot were fame and rage, I think, She only hears the guineas chink, Sees but the settlements. — • She begg'd they'd burn them in the Square, But heav'da sigh as thus she spoke; Then dragging them to Salisbury-Square, f They set them blazing here and there, Which fill'd the Barley-Mow with smoke.