My life, by the author of 'Stories of Waterloo'. |
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Side viii
... lady - killer . If it be true that men in this life are sometimes by the agency of their helpmates qualified for a state of beatitude above , I should conclude , from the looks of his lady , that Mr. H. was certain of a place in heaven ...
... lady - killer . If it be true that men in this life are sometimes by the agency of their helpmates qualified for a state of beatitude above , I should conclude , from the looks of his lady , that Mr. H. was certain of a place in heaven ...
Side xiii
... lady of his love was passing fair , and rich as an Israelite . After an elaborate account of the dresses and déjeuné , it was further intimated , that the happy pair had returned to town , and were now resident at Ibbotson's . And had ...
... lady of his love was passing fair , and rich as an Israelite . After an elaborate account of the dresses and déjeuné , it was further intimated , that the happy pair had returned to town , and were now resident at Ibbotson's . And had ...
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... lady and some juniors of the regiment . She loved loo - they patro- nized country - dancing - and at her last fête , taking umbrage at the obstinacy with which she rejected the introduction of a fiddle , they unceremoniously c 2 MY LIFE ...
... lady and some juniors of the regiment . She loved loo - they patro- nized country - dancing - and at her last fête , taking umbrage at the obstinacy with which she rejected the introduction of a fiddle , they unceremoniously c 2 MY LIFE ...
Side 37
... lady was returning from a watering - place , whither she had accompanied her father . She was very young , very pretty , and very romantic ; and it would have been extraordinary indeed , if the marked attentions of the handsome ...
... lady was returning from a watering - place , whither she had accompanied her father . She was very young , very pretty , and very romantic ; and it would have been extraordinary indeed , if the marked attentions of the handsome ...
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William Hamilton Maxwell. gation . The truth was , the major was a lady- killer , billets doux were no novelties to him , and ringlets reached him by every post , as various in their colours as the tints of the rainbow . His removal from ...
William Hamilton Maxwell. gation . The truth was , the major was a lady- killer , billets doux were no novelties to him , and ringlets reached him by every post , as various in their colours as the tints of the rainbow . His removal from ...
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Side 154 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Side 70 - Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower! For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate and the night; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be...
Side 117 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Side 240 - Oh! too convincing — dangerously dear — In woman's eye the unanswerable tear ! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue — at once her spear and shield: Avoid it — Virtue ebbs and Wisdom errs, Too fondly gazing on that grief of hers ! What lost a world, and hade a hero fly ? The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
Side 192 - You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false, like mine ! A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord make Your days and nights bitter, and grievous still ! May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress and grind...
Side 104 - Oh, have you e'er heard of Kate Kearney? She lives on the banks of Killarney; From the glance of her eye, Shun danger and fly, For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney.
Side 51 - And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Side 197 - Thine evil deeds are writ in gore, Nor written thus in vain — Thy triumphs tell of fame no more, Or deepen every stain : If thou hadst died as honour dies, Some new Napoleon might arise, To shame the world again — But who would soar the solar height, To set in such a starless night ? Weigh'd in the balance, hero dust Is vile as vulgar clay; Thy scales, Mortality!
Side 81 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Side 55 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so ; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe ; But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.