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... bright ; We've ever new joys , and revived by each whim , Each day on a fresh tide of pleasure we swim . But how gay in the country ! what summer delight To be waiting for winter from morning to night ! Then the fret of impatience gives ...
... bright ; We've ever new joys , and revived by each whim , Each day on a fresh tide of pleasure we swim . But how gay in the country ! what summer delight To be waiting for winter from morning to night ! Then the fret of impatience gives ...
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... Bright days , when a stroll is my afternoon wont , And I meet all the people I do know , or don't : - Here is jolly old Brown , and his fair daughter Lillie- No wonder some pilgrims affect Piccadilly ! See yonder pair riding , how ...
... Bright days , when a stroll is my afternoon wont , And I meet all the people I do know , or don't : - Here is jolly old Brown , and his fair daughter Lillie- No wonder some pilgrims affect Piccadilly ! See yonder pair riding , how ...
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... bright , it will then turn us t'other ; -- One turn , if a good one , deserves yet another . These downs are delightful , these ups are not hilly , - Let us turn one more turn ere we quit Piccadilly . FREDERICK LOCKER . ST . JAMES'S ...
... bright , it will then turn us t'other ; -- One turn , if a good one , deserves yet another . These downs are delightful , these ups are not hilly , - Let us turn one more turn ere we quit Piccadilly . FREDERICK LOCKER . ST . JAMES'S ...
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... bright eyes have lost the smile , The sunny smile they wore : — Perhaps they say , what I'll allow , That I'm not quite so handsome now . FREDERICK LOCKER .. ROTTEN ROW . HERE'S a tempting bit of greenery— of rus in urbe scenery— That's ...
... bright eyes have lost the smile , The sunny smile they wore : — Perhaps they say , what I'll allow , That I'm not quite so handsome now . FREDERICK LOCKER .. ROTTEN ROW . HERE'S a tempting bit of greenery— of rus in urbe scenery— That's ...
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... bright summer Sunday we met at the Zoo . You wore , I remember , the nicest of dresses , So simple and fresh , though it would not com- pare With Miss Buhl's splendid train , while your sunny bright tresses Could never out - rival her ...
... bright summer Sunday we met at the Zoo . You wore , I remember , the nicest of dresses , So simple and fresh , though it would not com- pare With Miss Buhl's splendid train , while your sunny bright tresses Could never out - rival her ...
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Araminta AUSTIN DOBSON ball Beauty Clare beaux blue blush bon compagnie Boodle's bright Brighton CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY charming club Crown 8vo dance dashing young fellow daughters dear delight dinner dream dress E'en Earl EDMUND YATES eyes face fair fancy fashion feel flirt fond Frank FREDERICK LOCKER Fustian Hall girls glove grace hair half hear heart heigh-ho HELEN JOHN GAY Lady laugh Laura London London-by-the-Sea look Lord lover mamma married MATTHEW PRIOR Miss MORTIMER COLLINS never night Now-a-days Number o'er once passion play pleasant pleasure Poems poet poor pretty quadrille rhyme Rolliad rose round SAVILE CLARKE season sigh sing smile soft song sorrow sure sweet talk taste tears tell There's thing THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thought to-night town Twas verse waltz WILLIAM SAWYER Winter in Brighton WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED youth
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Page 7 - Before you pass th' imaginary sights Of Lords, and Earls, and Dukes, and garter'd Knights, While the spread Fan o'ershades your closing eyes; Then give one flirt, and all the vision flies. Thus vanish sceptres, coronets, and balls, And leave you in lone woods, or empty walls.
Page 101 - There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall Of hands across and down the middle, Hers was the subtlest spell by far Of all that...
Page 128 - Breathes on his aching fists in vain, And dooms me to a place more hot. He sees me in to supper go, A silken wonder by my side, Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row Of flounces, for the door too wide. He thinks how happy is my arm 'Neath its white-gloved and jewelled...
Page 28 - Without one cloud of strife or sorrow, And when the God to whom we pay In jest our homages to-day, Shall come to claim no more in jest. His rightful empire o'er thy breast, Benignant may his aspect be, His yoke the truest liberty ; And if a tear his power confess, Be it a tear of happiness. It shall be so. The Muse displays The future to her votary's gaze ; Prophetic rage my bosom swells — I taste the cake — I hear the bells ! From Conduit street the close array Of chariots barricades the way,...
Page 37 - A LETTER OF ADVICE FROM Miss MEDORA TREVILIAN, AT PADUA, TO Miss ARAMINTA VAVASOUR, IN LONDON. JOU tell me you're promised a lover, My own Araminta, next week ; Why cannot my fancy discover The hue of his coat and his cheek? Alas ! if he look like another, A vicar, a banker, a beau, Be deaf to your father and mother, My own Araminta, say
Page xvii - FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly it, it will pursue. So court a mistress, she denies you, Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men ? At morn and even shades are longest, At noon they are or short or none. So men at weakest, they are strongest, But grant us perfect, they're not known. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of us men...
Page 74 - Or I am much mistaken. Must Lady Jenny frisk about, And visit with her cousins? At balls must she make all the rout, And bring home hearts by dozens?
Page 102 - Lieutenant of the County. But titles, and the three per cents., And mortgages, and great relations, And India bonds, and tithes, and rents, Oh what are they to love's sensations? Black eyes, fair forehead, clustering locks Such wealth, such honours, Cupid chooses He cares as little for the Stocks, As Baron Rothschild for the Muses.
Page 36 - Your pinners set right, your twitcher tied on, Your prayers at an end, and your breakfast quite done, Retire to some author improving and gay, And with sense like your own, set your mind for the day. At twelve you may walk, for at this time...
Page 107 - I'll say; Indeed, I was half broken-hearted For a week, when they took you away. Fond fancy brought back to my slumbers Our walks on the Ness and the Den, And echoed the musical numbers Which you used to sing to me then. I know the romance, since it's over, 'Twere idle, or worse, to recall; I know you're a terrible rover; But Clarence, you'll come to our Ball!