Cecil, a Peer: A Sequel to Cecil, Or The Adventures of a Coxcomb, Volum 2Lea & Blanchard, 1842 |
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Side 8
... poor relation living in the house , a little girl of sixteen , called Mary- ( Thompson - Johnson - Brown -Smith - I know not- she was only called Mary , ) whose business it was to pick up Lady Crutchley's pocket handkerchief , open the ...
... poor relation living in the house , a little girl of sixteen , called Mary- ( Thompson - Johnson - Brown -Smith - I know not- she was only called Mary , ) whose business it was to pick up Lady Crutchley's pocket handkerchief , open the ...
Side 10
... poor feeble beings , — defective in head and heart , and deriving their charm from some accidental grace of manner , or a judicious selection of tailors and perfumers ! - - " If you do not want to see your daughter throw her- self away ...
... poor feeble beings , — defective in head and heart , and deriving their charm from some accidental grace of manner , or a judicious selection of tailors and perfumers ! - - " If you do not want to see your daughter throw her- self away ...
Side 12
... poor man's habits and character ! Surely every girl is not beset in this absurd manner ? - I am beginning to feel so génée and awkward when any young man addresses me in society , from the certainty that Mrs. Herries will be cross ...
... poor man's habits and character ! Surely every girl is not beset in this absurd manner ? - I am beginning to feel so génée and awkward when any young man addresses me in society , from the certainty that Mrs. Herries will be cross ...
Side 15
... poor girl reminded of her existence . On leaving the house , I invariably made up my mind to insinuate to lady Crutchley or her daughter the following day , that the habits of life acquired on the banks of the Hooghly could not be too ...
... poor girl reminded of her existence . On leaving the house , I invariably made up my mind to insinuate to lady Crutchley or her daughter the following day , that the habits of life acquired on the banks of the Hooghly could not be too ...
Side 17
... Poor Mary ! not snap at her . poor dear child ! — It was melancholy enough to see so fair a rose alone upon a hedge of thorns ! - - - ― poor - After all , one certainly cares less for women who are qualified to take their own part in ...
... Poor Mary ! not snap at her . poor dear child ! — It was melancholy enough to see so fair a rose alone upon a hedge of thorns ! - - - ― poor - After all , one certainly cares less for women who are qualified to take their own part 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
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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.