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... make Through ten miles of mud , for Formality's sake ; With the coachman in drink , and the moon in a fog , And no thought in our head but a ditch or a bog . In London the spirits are cheerful and light , All SONGS OF SOCIETY . 3.
... make Through ten miles of mud , for Formality's sake ; With the coachman in drink , and the moon in a fog , And no thought in our head but a ditch or a bog . In London the spirits are cheerful and light , All SONGS OF SOCIETY . 3.
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William Davenport Adams. In London the spirits are cheerful and light , All places are gay and all faces are 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 ...
William Davenport Adams. In London the spirits are cheerful and light , All places are gay and all faces are 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 ...
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... light up joy on parents ' faces . But soon those eyes their strength shall feel , Those charms their powerful sway shall find : Youth shall in crowds before you kneel , And own your empire o'er mankind . Then , when on Beauty's throne ...
... light up joy on parents ' faces . But soon those eyes their strength shall feel , Those charms their powerful sway shall find : Youth shall in crowds before you kneel , And own your empire o'er mankind . Then , when on Beauty's throne ...
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... light Is round my pillow beaming , And flings , I know not why , to - night , Some witchery o'er my dreaming . Because we've pass'd some joyous days , And danced some merry dances ; Because we love old Beaumont's plays , And old ...
... light Is round my pillow beaming , And flings , I know not why , to - night , Some witchery o'er my dreaming . Because we've pass'd some joyous days , And danced some merry dances ; Because we love old Beaumont's plays , And old ...
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... light , And whole nights at ombre . Pleasant as it is to hear Scandal tickling in our ear , E'en of our own mothers ; In the chit - chat of the day To us is paid , when we're away , What we lent to others . Though the favourite Toast I ...
... light , And whole nights at ombre . Pleasant as it is to hear Scandal tickling in our ear , E'en of our own mothers ; In the chit - chat of the day To us is paid , when we're away , What we lent to others . Though the favourite Toast I ...
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Araminta AUSTIN DOBSON ball Beauty Clare beaux bliss blue blush bon compagnie Boodle's bride bright Brighton CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS charming clubs Crown 8vo curl dance dashing young fellow dear delight dinner dream dress Earl EDMUND YATES enchanting wreaths eyes face fair fancy fashion Fcap feel flirt fond FREDERICK LOCKER Fustian Fustian Hall girl grace hair handsomest hear heart heigh-ho JOHN GAY Lady laugh Laurette London London-by-the-Sea look Lord lover mamma MATTHEW PRIOR Miss MORTIMER COLLINS muse n'est jamais never night Now-a-days nymphs o'er passion Piccadilly play pleasant pleasure poet pretty quadrille rhyme rose round shade sigh sing smile Society verse soft song sorrow sure sweet talk taste tears tell tender There's thing THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thought town Twas Vex'd waltz Whilst WILLIAM CONGREVE WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED
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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 - In golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smile he sees me win, Nor the host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble sour and thin. I envy him the...
Page 127 - MY coachman, in the moonlight there, Looks through the side-light of the door ; I hear him with his brethren swear, As I could do, — but only more. Flattening his nose against the pane, He envies me my brilliant lot, 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...
Page 36 - The dews of the evening most carefully shun ! Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Page 37 - You 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 'No!
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 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 28 - Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Page 15 - The dear old Street of clubs and cribs, As north and south it stretches, Still seems to smack of Rolliad squibs, And Gillray's fiercer sketches; The quaint old dress, the grand old style, The mots, the racy stories; The wine, the dice, the wit, the bile — The hate of Whigs and Tories.
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 its over, 'Twere idle, or worse, to recall ; I know you're a terrible rover, But, Clarence, you'll come to our Ball...