Cecil, a Peer: A Sequel to Cecil, Or The Adventures of a Coxcomb, Volum 2Lea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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Side 5
... hands detainingly on the arm of my shooting jacket , it was sure to be to ask whether Frank Walsingham had had good sport , or whether I had left Chippenham near the house ? So far from finding occasion for concealing my face at night ...
... hands detainingly on the arm of my shooting jacket , it was sure to be to ask whether Frank Walsingham had had good sport , or whether I had left Chippenham near the house ? So far from finding occasion for concealing my face at night ...
Side 17
... hand tremulous . She had evidently never had a day of happiness . I know not whether she were clever , - I dare say she did not know herself , for she had not been allowed leisure or liberty to think : the relation hav- ing nothing in ...
... hand tremulous . She had evidently never had a day of happiness . I know not whether she were clever , - I dare say she did not know herself , for she had not been allowed leisure or liberty to think : the relation hav- ing nothing in ...
Side 28
... hand of the heiress , the first moment she should be look- ing the other way , so as to afford me courage . sequel of the romance had still to be decided on . pose there was some vague sequel glimmering in my mind ; for whereas my ...
... hand of the heiress , the first moment she should be look- ing the other way , so as to afford me courage . sequel of the romance had still to be decided on . pose there was some vague sequel glimmering in my mind ; for whereas my ...
Side 30
... hands , how was I to be constant ? -I did my best . But it strikes me that it was much easier to love Cecil Danby from Southampton Build- ings , than for Cecil Danby to be faithful to " any mortal mixture of earth's mould , " as the ...
... hands , how was I to be constant ? -I did my best . But it strikes me that it was much easier to love Cecil Danby from Southampton Build- ings , than for Cecil Danby to be faithful to " any mortal mixture of earth's mould , " as the ...
Side 31
... hands . " " You are not of a time of life to be spared the trouble of laughing , my dear fellow ! " said I .- " Gravity ... hand to the plaudits of the great audience of the world . " I could feel , as he leant beside me in the cab , an ...
... hands . " " You are not of a time of life to be spared the trouble of laughing , my dear fellow ! " said I .- " Gravity ... hand to the plaudits of the great audience of the world . " I could feel , as he leant beside me in the cab , an ...
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Cecil, a Peer: A Sequel to Cecil, Or, The Adventures of a Coxcomb, Volum 2 Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1841 |
Cecil, A Peer: A Sequel To Cecil, Or, The Adventures Of A Coxcomb; Volume 2 Mrs Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2019 |
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amazing Arthur Cornwallis beauty become better Birchington Boodle's bore brother Bruton Street called Cecil Danby charm child Chipp Chippenham comfort Connaught Place Crutchley's dare daughter dear dear Jane death Devereux dinner Duchess Earl England eyes face fair fancy father favour feelings fellow felt fortune Frank Walsingham gentle girl Greyvin Grosvenor Square half hand Hanover Square happy Harris Hartingfield heard heart Heaven heiress Herries honour husband Ilfracomb Italy James's Jane Julia knew Lady Brettingham Lady Phoebe Lawrence Sterne Locksley London look Lord Ashby Lord Harris Lord Ormington Lucca Marcia Mary Mereworth mind Miss Crutchley Mitchelston nature never niece night noble Nunziata one's opera Ormington Hall party perceive poor Prince Public rendered Rotherhithe scarcely seemed smile soul swear talk tears thing thought thousand tion voice whispered White's wife woman words young
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Side 193 - Locks of pure brown, display'd th' encroaching white ; " The blood once fervid now to cool began, " And Time's strong pressure to subdue the man : " I rode or walk'd as I was wont before, But now the bounding spirit was no more ; A moderate pace would now my body heat, A walk of moderate length distress my feet. I show'd my stranger-guest those hills sublime. But said, ' The view is poor, we need not climb.
Side 193 - I learn'd to play at chess ; I took my dog and gun, but saw the brute Was disappointed that I did not shoot ; My morning walks I now could bear to lose, And bless'd the shower that gave me not to choose.
Side 69 - You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me : I .Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Side 91 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong...
Side 193 - At a friend's mansion I began to dread The cold neat parlour and the gay glazed bed : At home I felt a more decided taste, And must have all things in my order placed. I ceased to hunt ; my horses pleased me less — My dinner more ; I learned to play at chess.
Side 167 - Retain liis anger ; Nature knew not how ; " And so there came a softness to his mind, " And he forgave the usage of mankind. " His cold long fingers now were press'd to mine, " And his faint smile of kinder thoughts gave sign ; " His lips moved often as he tried to lend
Side 193 - And bless'd the shower that gave me not to choose. In fact, I felt a languor stealing on ; The active arm, the agile hand were gone ; Small daily actions into habits grew, And new dislike to forms and...
Side 93 - God ordain'ed not so. Home flies the Prince and to his trembling Wife Relates the new-past hazard of his life, Which she with decent passion hears him tell ; For not her own fair Eyes she lov'ed so well.
Side 43 - Best wives ! — the woman's well enough, she has no vice that I know of, but she's a wife, and — damn a wife ! If I were married to a hogshead of claret, matrimony would make me hate it.
Side 114 - The time is out of joint," and so am I : I quite forget this poem's merely quizzical, And deviate into matters rather dry. I ne'er decide what I shall say, and this I call Much too poetical : men should know why They write, and for what end ; but, note or text, I never know the word which will come next.