Illustrations of Human Life, Zväzok 3H. Colburn, 1837 |
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... horses , their skins dazzling with sleekness and good grooming , made nothing of it , and it absolutely smoked along the road with very little exertion . They gave nothing but pleasure to the blooming coachman , and evidently deligthed ...
... horses , their skins dazzling with sleekness and good grooming , made nothing of it , and it absolutely smoked along the road with very little exertion . They gave nothing but pleasure to the blooming coachman , and evidently deligthed ...
Strana 38
... horses ; still less now , at your taste for a house so near the road . Yet I should think dust and noise might incommode you enough tò make you sometimes wish for the retirement you so dislike in a park . " Fawknor observed he was just ...
... horses ; still less now , at your taste for a house so near the road . Yet I should think dust and noise might incommode you enough tò make you sometimes wish for the retirement you so dislike in a park . " Fawknor observed he was just ...
Strana 48
... horse of Lady Teazel , ) and is angry with her Lord for only laughing when I call these pleasures of mine natural , theirs artificial . This is generally , " added he , " my first employment in the morning , except one ; and hoping for ...
... horse of Lady Teazel , ) and is angry with her Lord for only laughing when I call these pleasures of mine natural , theirs artificial . This is generally , " added he , " my first employment in the morning , except one ; and hoping for ...
Strana 58
... horses , and took a romantic path through a hollow way , which con- ducted us to a defile bound in by opposing hills , and totally out of sight of Blythfield's mansion , or , indeed , of any indication of inhabitancy anywhere else . All ...
... horses , and took a romantic path through a hollow way , which con- ducted us to a defile bound in by opposing hills , and totally out of sight of Blythfield's mansion , or , indeed , of any indication of inhabitancy anywhere else . All ...
Strana 61
... horses in a moment . The little scintilla of shyness ( it was no more ) which had shaded his countenance , was now dis- sipated , and he had courage to talk of himself . 66 Blythfield , I see , has brought you here , " said he , " and I ...
... horses in a moment . The little scintilla of shyness ( it was no more ) which had shaded his countenance , was now dis- sipated , and he had courage to talk of himself . 66 Blythfield , I see , has brought you here , " said he , " and I ...
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afterwards ambition amused asked beauty Beauvoir believe better Beveridge Blythfield Bowser called Captain certainly character Cicero companion confess conversation CYMBELINE Dean delightful dinner disappointments Duke elegance enjoyed equal excitement exclaimed father Fawknor fear feel Felix Hall fortune gave gentleman gibbet give glad happiness heard heart honour hope horse imagination impressions Isle of Portland John Calvin labour Lady Grandborough laudanum laugh least less Littlecote live look Lovegrove lugger Lyme ment mind misery moral Nantes Nassau nature never observed once party passion perhaps pleasant pleased pleasure politics poor rank recollections Redgauntlet replied returned Sadburn scarcely seemed seen Sir Felix smugglers sometimes soon Sovereign spleen summum bonum suppose sure taste tell thing thought tion told Trophonius truth vanity Weymouth whole Willoughby WINTER'S TALE wish wonder worse Yawn Hall young youth
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Strana 191 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Strana 105 - I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in: What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Strana 55 - I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an alms-man's gown, My...
Strana 120 - E'en the last lingering fiction of the brain, The church-yard ghost, is now at rest again; And all these wayward wanderings of my youth Fly Reason's power and shun the light of truth.
Strana 118 - Critics I saw, that other names deface, And fix their own, with labour, in their place : Their own, like others, soon their place resign'd, Or disappear'd. and left the first behind. Nor was the work impair'd by storms alone, But felt th...
Strana 160 - Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Strana 58 - You will suppose that with an upright path Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent The pastoral mountains front you, face to face. But, courage ! for around that boisterous brook The mountains have all opened out themselves, And made a hidden valley of their own.
Strana 72 - By sighs, and tears, and grief alone: I greet her as the fiend, to whom belong The vulture's ravening beak, the raven's funeral song.
Strana 147 - And schemes of state involve th' uneasy mind ; Faction embroils the world, and every tongue Is mov'd by flattery, or with scandal hung : Friendship, for sylvan shades, the palace flies, Where all must yield to interest's dearer ties ; Each rival Machiavel with envy burns, And honesty forsakes them all by turns...
Strana 147 - You, who the sweets of rural life have known, Despise th' ungrateful hurry of the Town; In Windsor groves your easy hours employ, And undisturb'd, yourself and Muse enjoy : Thames listens to thy strains, and silent flows, And no rude wind through rustling osiers blows, While all his wondering nymphs around thee throng, To hear the Sirens warble in thy song.