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... Caroline will be grieved , and her gunpowder Hotspur of a husband affronted . " " Oh , mother , mother , mother ! " cried lord Ashbourne , " do not , let me en- treat , let me implore you , work up your feelings to such a state of ...
... Caroline will be grieved , and her gunpowder Hotspur of a husband affronted . " " Oh , mother , mother , mother ! " cried lord Ashbourne , " do not , let me en- treat , let me implore you , work up your feelings to such a state of ...
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... Caroline , to oblige you , " said sir Gower Fitzormond to his wife , as he seated himself by her side in their travelling - carriage , " I have undertaken this long , freezing , and most disagree- able journey - disagreeable to me in ...
... Caroline , to oblige you , " said sir Gower Fitzormond to his wife , as he seated himself by her side in their travelling - carriage , " I have undertaken this long , freezing , and most disagree- able journey - disagreeable to me in ...
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... Caroline , I will endure the screams of Miss Poll , and the disgust- ing smell of her food . In the name of all that is horrible , what is this maho- gany chest put under the seat for ? Grant me patience , Caroline ! do you imagine I ...
... Caroline , I will endure the screams of Miss Poll , and the disgust- ing smell of her food . In the name of all that is horrible , what is this maho- gany chest put under the seat for ? Grant me patience , Caroline ! do you imagine I ...
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... Caroline al- ternately soothed the terrified child and his noisy attendant , holding up her fin- ger at the same time to awe Poll into silence , while sir Gower's voice , loud as a trumpet with a Jew's harp sound , burst like thunder on ...
... Caroline al- ternately soothed the terrified child and his noisy attendant , holding up her fin- ger at the same time to awe Poll into silence , while sir Gower's voice , loud as a trumpet with a Jew's harp sound , burst like thunder on ...
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... Caroline , all your multiplied parcels are falling into the mud . - Don't cry , my dear George ; whimpering can't cure you . The parrot , however , shall have its neck wrung off to content you ; so get out now , my fine fellow , with ...
... Caroline , all your multiplied parcels are falling into the mud . - Don't cry , my dear George ; whimpering can't cure you . The parrot , however , shall have its neck wrung off to content you ; so get out now , my fine fellow , with ...
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الصفحة 27 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
الصفحة 58 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
الصفحة 116 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, To pardon or to bear it.
الصفحة 148 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
الصفحة 186 - Their only labour was to kill the time ; And labour dire it is, and weary woe. They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme, Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow. This soon too rude an exercise they find ; Straight on the couch their limbs again they throw, Where hours on hours they sighing lie reclined, And court the vapoury god, soft breathing in the wind.
الصفحة 63 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
الصفحة 106 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
الصفحة 169 - Why decked with all that land and sea afford, Why angels called, and angel-like adored? Why round our coaches crowd the white-gloved beaux, Why bows the side-box from its inmost rows; How vain are all these glories, all our pains, Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains: That men may say, when we the front-box grace: 'Behold the first in virtue as in face!
الصفحة 34 - Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly ; A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud ; A brittle glass, that's broken presently : A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.