Friends and Fortune: A Moral TaleD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 240 sider |
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Side 17
... Ferdinand , he comes first : he's very handsome , but I'm sadly afraid he won't take pains enough to make himself agreeable : if he would only not think so much of his scents and curling irons , and his waistcoats and kid gloves , I do ...
... Ferdinand , he comes first : he's very handsome , but I'm sadly afraid he won't take pains enough to make himself agreeable : if he would only not think so much of his scents and curling irons , and his waistcoats and kid gloves , I do ...
Side 19
... Ferdinand , dressed to a nicety , from the tip of his " imperi- al " to the toes of his polished boots , was lounging upon the sofa , reading a French novel : Mr. John , or Jack , was , in familiar phrase , " nowhere ; " Alfred - he is ...
... Ferdinand , dressed to a nicety , from the tip of his " imperi- al " to the toes of his polished boots , was lounging upon the sofa , reading a French novel : Mr. John , or Jack , was , in familiar phrase , " nowhere ; " Alfred - he is ...
Side 20
... Ferdinand dear , do you go , " said his mother , persua- sively . 66 I , ma'am ? I would really ... but the grass is wet , and my boots are thin ; I'm very sorry , really . " " Never mind , mother , I'll go , " said Nelson , eagerly ...
... Ferdinand dear , do you go , " said his mother , persua- sively . 66 I , ma'am ? I would really ... but the grass is wet , and my boots are thin ; I'm very sorry , really . " " Never mind , mother , I'll go , " said Nelson , eagerly ...
Side 23
... Ferdinand , who lounged gracefully in with his glass at his eye , he quietly gave up his seat , and stole out of the room . The dandy was introduced to Miss Martin , to whom he made his most finished bow : honored Margaret with a stare ...
... Ferdinand , who lounged gracefully in with his glass at his eye , he quietly gave up his seat , and stole out of the room . The dandy was introduced to Miss Martin , to whom he made his most finished bow : honored Margaret with a stare ...
Side 24
... Ferdinand , as he pulled up his shirt - collar at the glass . " I don't care so much for beauty myself , where there is style and fashion . That Esther , or whatever you call her , is pretty enough . " " Pretty ? she's an angel ...
... Ferdinand , as he pulled up his shirt - collar at the glass . " I don't care so much for beauty myself , where there is style and fashion . That Esther , or whatever you call her , is pretty enough . " " Pretty ? she's an angel ...
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Side 39 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Side 40 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Side 39 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..