A picture from life: or, The history of Emma Tankerville and sir Henry Moreton, Volum 1S. Highley (successor to the late Mr. John Murray), No. 24, Fleet Street, 1804 |
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Side 9
... already applied her cambric handkerchief to her eyes , and also laid her work on the table . 66 My dear , " said her aunt , immediately collecting herself , and visibly alarmed , " I did not intend to call up melancholy reflec- tions ...
... already applied her cambric handkerchief to her eyes , and also laid her work on the table . 66 My dear , " said her aunt , immediately collecting herself , and visibly alarmed , " I did not intend to call up melancholy reflec- tions ...
Side 11
... already breathing her last moments of existence . He called upon her name ; at his voice she faintly turned her eyes upon the faithful Percival , expressed visible signs of joy , closed them , pressed his hand , and embraced the little ...
... already breathing her last moments of existence . He called upon her name ; at his voice she faintly turned her eyes upon the faithful Percival , expressed visible signs of joy , closed them , pressed his hand , and embraced the little ...
Side 18
... already observed . In addition to this cogent reason , Emma Tankerville con- sidered herself as too closely affianced by the ties of consanguinity to enter into a connubial alliance , with her cousin , James Maitland , although her aunt ...
... already observed . In addition to this cogent reason , Emma Tankerville con- sidered herself as too closely affianced by the ties of consanguinity to enter into a connubial alliance , with her cousin , James Maitland , although her aunt ...
Side 35
... already , Bess against the man , five to four . Laura bolted at Chelmsford . Have you any horses entered for the cup ? Sommers- town is in fine order for running , she is the lily . Yours sincerely , Thursday , 5 o'clock . THOM . VORTEX ...
... already , Bess against the man , five to four . Laura bolted at Chelmsford . Have you any horses entered for the cup ? Sommers- town is in fine order for running , she is the lily . Yours sincerely , Thursday , 5 o'clock . THOM . VORTEX ...
Side 48
... already are informed that , since the fourteenth century , in which the fair Laura was mistress to the fond Petrarch , poets have ever had ladies who inspired their writings ; and , that I may speak metapho- rically , stirred the fire ...
... already are informed that , since the fourteenth century , in which the fair Laura was mistress to the fond Petrarch , poets have ever had ladies who inspired their writings ; and , that I may speak metapho- rically , stirred the fire ...
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acquainted admiration againſt amiable Anapeſt aunt beauty Beelzebub brave called Candy character charms coufin countenance cousin Emmy curricle daughter Dauncy dear declare defire dreffed dress Duke earl elegant Elinor Emma Tankerville exclaimed eyes faid fair faſhion father feel feemed feen female fhall fhould fignor fome fond fortune fuch fweet gentleman give grace grief Gyara Gyaros hand happineſs happy Harcourt heart Heaven herſelf himſelf honour horfes horſe houſe Ifabel Ifabella increaſe Lester live look Lord Lassitude Madam Maitland maſter ment Mifs mind Miss Tankerville moft morning moſt muſt myſelf never Newmarket obferved paffed paffion panegyric Pellet pity pleaſure poet poor prefent racter ſaid ſhe shew Sir Henry Moreton Sir Richard Oliver smile Sunderland tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou tion Tom D'Urfey Vienna virtue virtuous whofe wife wound yourſelf
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Side 218 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Side 118 - Goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound my heart. The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a man.
Side 39 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Side 214 - Here love his golden shafts employs, here lights His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels ; not in the bought smile Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendeared, Casual fruition ; nor in court amours, Mixed dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball, Or serenade, which the starved lover sings To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain...
Side 118 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer Friend, the flattering Foe; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Side 41 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void...
Side 16 - Heroes are much the fame, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede...
Side 16 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Side 1 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Side 48 - . ' Soft down those cheeks, where native crimson vies With ivory whiteness, see the crystals throng ; As some clear river winds its stream along, Bathing the flowers of pale and purple dyes...