My Life and Recollections, Volume 3Hurst and Blackett, 1866 |
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... side at which he had posted his whippers - in , leaving his thoroughly well- sold field staring in wild wonder at the manœuvre , he put his hounds into " Skinner's Cover , " found immediately , and had a splendid run , all to himself ...
... side at which he had posted his whippers - in , leaving his thoroughly well- sold field staring in wild wonder at the manœuvre , he put his hounds into " Skinner's Cover , " found immediately , and had a splendid run , all to himself ...
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... side , decked in their golden flowers , and kissing the blue " forget- me - nots . " Though hunting was over , he had always some active pursuit - night and day he was for ever busy ; and on the morning to which I am referring , the ...
... side , decked in their golden flowers , and kissing the blue " forget- me - nots . " Though hunting was over , he had always some active pursuit - night and day he was for ever busy ; and on the morning to which I am referring , the ...
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... side , Musters challenged Martin to run him a hundred yards ; but the other , being the younger man , was to give ten yards . This was agreed , and Musters won , as a jockey would " well in hand . " Musters then offered to run say , 30 ...
... side , Musters challenged Martin to run him a hundred yards ; but the other , being the younger man , was to give ten yards . This was agreed , and Musters won , as a jockey would " well in hand . " Musters then offered to run say , 30 ...
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... side . Musters was intently watching him , and when the first cock was taken out of his bag , he asked- " What the devil is that parcel tied to one of the legs of the bird ? " " The battle - money of the individual who wears it at his ...
... side . Musters was intently watching him , and when the first cock was taken out of his bag , he asked- " What the devil is that parcel tied to one of the legs of the bird ? " " The battle - money of the individual who wears it at his ...
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... side . There , without me , in those still loved meadows yet flourish the brilliant flowers of the marsh " Mallow . " In those fine woods , the same spot still bears the clustering primrose that used to waft its incense to my senses ...
... side . There , without me , in those still loved meadows yet flourish the brilliant flowers of the marsh " Mallow . " In those fine woods , the same spot still bears the clustering primrose that used to waft its incense to my senses ...
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Page 83 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
Page 77 - But the old mansion, and the accustom'd hall, And the remember'd chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour, And her who was his destiny, came back And thrust themselves between him and the light : What business had they there at such a time?
Page 198 - BENEATH Blessington's eyes The Reclaimed Paradise Should be free as the former from evil ; But if the new Eve For an Apple should grieve, What mortal would not play the Devil ? f 1823.
Page 76 - That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then— As in that hour— a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced,— and then it faded as it came, And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows, but heard not his own words...
Page 88 - ... like lunacy. Under this uncertainty, I deemed it right to communicate to my parents, that if I were to consider Lord Byron's past conduct as that of a person of sound mind, nothing could induce me to return to him. It therefore appeared expedient, both to them and myself, to consult the ablest advisers. For that object, and also to obtain still further information respecting the appearances which seemed to indicate mental derangement, my mother determined to go to London.
Page 185 - He turned author ere yet there was beard on his chin, And, whoever was out, or whoever was in, For your Tories his fine Irish brains he would spin ; Who received prose and rhyme with a promising grin — " Go a-head, you queer fish, and more power to your fin," But to save from starvation stirred never a pin.
Page 176 - ... continually sneering at literary ladies — speaking slightingly of her works — and, in short, showing every symptom of a desire to disgust her. Sir [ ] remonstrated with her on his extraordinary mode of proceeding ; so did all her friends ; but the die was cast. Her pride shrunk from the notion of again having it said that another marriage was broken off; and she determined not to break with him. Mystery on mystery followed ; no friend or relative of his — though an uncle and aunt were in...
Page 82 - Oh Fame! — if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee; Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee; When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.
Page 185 - It was much, when the bones rattled loose in the skin, He got leave to die here— out of Babylon's din. Barring drink and the girls, I ne'er heard of a sin — Many worse, better few, than bright broken Maginn.
Page 184 - Here, early to bed, lies kind William Maginn, Who, with genius, wit, learning, life's trophies to win, Had neither great lord nor rich cit of his kin, Nor discretion to set himself up as to tin ; So, his portion soon spent, like the poor heir of Lynn...