Cecil, a Peer: A Sequel to Cecil, Or The Adventures of a Coxcomb, Volum 2Lea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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Side 11
... matter , - now that you , Cis , have cut the family concern , and that my brother has bored his way into the house , it is not a jot better than other family man- sions where the cook is English and the conversation Greek to me . So ...
... matter , - now that you , Cis , have cut the family concern , and that my brother has bored his way into the house , it is not a jot better than other family man- sions where the cook is English and the conversation Greek to me . So ...
Side 13
... matters connected with the destinies of their children . - Danby was certainly one of the ablest men in England . Nobody ... matter of his daughter , he was as great a goose as Brabantio . By inflicting Rother- hithe upon her as her pain ...
... matters connected with the destinies of their children . - Danby was certainly one of the ablest men in England . Nobody ... matter of his daughter , he was as great a goose as Brabantio . By inflicting Rother- hithe upon her as her pain ...
Side 22
... matter ; for he had been living not only at the bottom of the basket , but so completely under it , that one must have been forced to shove it aside to find an insect so inconsiderable . " But to be sure how everything is changed in ...
... matter ; for he had been living not only at the bottom of the basket , but so completely under it , that one must have been forced to shove it aside to find an insect so inconsiderable . " But to be sure how everything is changed in ...
Side 41
... matter for Mary to account for to her tyrants , as that of the Pitt diamond . Roses do not rain down from heaven , and who was there to give one to a poor neglected thing like her ? Who had ever in her life be- stowed so much as a ...
... matter for Mary to account for to her tyrants , as that of the Pitt diamond . Roses do not rain down from heaven , and who was there to give one to a poor neglected thing like her ? Who had ever in her life be- stowed so much as a ...
Side 58
... matter to the public at large ? -A quarrel between two foolish boys , who , in the good old times of bags and swords , would have fought it out ten minutes afterwards in the Mall , shaken hands on the ground , and supped together in ...
... matter to the public at large ? -A quarrel between two foolish boys , who , in the good old times of bags and swords , would have fought it out ten minutes afterwards in the Mall , shaken hands on the ground , and supped together in ...
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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
Populære avsnitt
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.