A Descriptive and Historical Catalogue of the Collection of Pictures at Woburn Abbey. [With] Third Portion of a Catalogue of Pictures, Miniatures and Enamels at the Residence of ... the Duke of Bedford ... London, الأجزاء 1-2
Bradbury, Agnew, 1877
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Abbey afterwards Anne artist background black dress blue Born brown Bust portrait Canvas Castle Catalogue Charles church collar colour Countess of Bedford curtain dark daughter died drapery Duchess of Bedford Duchess of Marlborough Duke of Bedford Dyck Earl of Bedford Elizabeth engraved face is seen face seen face three-quarters father fitting close FOURTH EARL Gallery Garter George grey hair half-length figure Half-length standing figure Henry holding Inscribed John Keppel King Lady landscape left hand light is admitted looking Lord Russell mantle Marchioness of Tavistock Marlborough Marquess of Tavistock married oval Painter unknown Palazzo Panel pearls Pennant Philip plain Queen rich right hand right-hand side robes Rome Royal Academy ruff seated second Earl seen in three-quarters shoulder Sir Joshua Reynolds sleeves spectator square picture three-quarters turned turned in three-quarters Van Dyck Venice Waagen waist wearing white lace white satin Whole-length wife Wiffen Woburn Woburn Abbey Wriothesley yellow
الصفحة 323 - Sir Joshua Reynolds was, on very many accounts, one of the most memorable men of his time. He was the first Englishman who added the praise of the elegant arts to the other glories of his country.
الصفحة 49 - I meant the day-star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat. I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet. Hating that solemn vice of greatness, pride; I meant each softest virtue there should meet, Fit in that softer bosom to reside. Only a learned and a manly soul I purposed her, that should, with even powers, The rock, the spindle, and the shears control Of destiny, and spin her own free hours.
الصفحة 49 - ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD*. This morning, timely rapt with holy fire, I thought to form unto my zealous Muse, What kind of creature I could most desire To honour, serve, and love, as Poets use. I meant to make her fair, and free, and wise, Of greatest blood, and yet more good than great ; I meant the day-star should not brighter rise, Nor lend like influence from his lucent seat. I meant she should be courteous, facile, sweet, Hating that solemn vice of greatness, pride ; I meant each softest...
الصفحة 98 - I have been bullied by an usurper, I have been neglected by a court, but I will not be dictated to by a subject ; your man shan't stand. " ANNE, DORSET, PEMBRoKE,
الصفحة 229 - And he took thereof in his hands, and went on eating, and came to his father and mother, and he gave them, and they did eat : but he told not them that ho had taken the honey out of the carcase of the lion.
الصفحة 238 - My liberty is better than the chain you proffer me, with what precious stones soever it be adorned, or of what gold soever framed. I will not exchange my peace for honourable and precious jealousies, for magnificent and glorious fetters. And, if you love me sincerely, and in good earnest, you will rather wish me a secure and quiet fortune, though mean, than an exalted condition, exposed to the wind, and followed by some dismal fall.
الصفحة 23 - Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c. for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d of April.
الصفحة 100 - The colour of mine eyes was black, like my father's, and the form and aspect of them was quick and lively, like my mother's. The hair of my head was brown, and very thick, and so long that it reached to the calf of my legs when I stood upright; with a peak of hair on my forehead, and a dimple on my chin; like my father, full cheeks; and round face like my mother; and an exquisite shape of body, resembling my father.
الصفحة 23 - Which still records, beyond the pencil's power, The silent sorrows of a parting hour ; Still to the musing pilgrim points the place Her sainted spirit most delights to trace ? Thus, with the manly glow of honest pride, O'er his dead son the gallant ORMOND sighed.