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... Story ) Epistle from Lord Boringdon to Lord Granville . ( Right Hon . George Canning ) Little Laurette . ( Mortimer Collins ) . Page 35 37 40 4I 42 44 45 47 47 49 52 56 57 59 A Legend of the Divorce Court . ( Mortimer Collins ) 60 A ...
... Story ) Epistle from Lord Boringdon to Lord Granville . ( Right Hon . George Canning ) Little Laurette . ( Mortimer Collins ) . Page 35 37 40 4I 42 44 45 47 47 49 52 56 57 59 A Legend of the Divorce Court . ( Mortimer Collins ) 60 A ...
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... stories to the squire ; Up to her godly garret after sev'n , There starve and pray , for that's the way to heav'n . Some Squire , perhaps , you take delight to rack ; Whose game is Whisk , whose treat a toast in sack ; Who visits with a ...
... stories to the squire ; Up to her godly garret after sev'n , There starve and pray , for that's the way to heav'n . Some Squire , perhaps , you take delight to rack ; Whose game is Whisk , whose treat a toast in sack ; Who visits with a ...
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... stories ; The wine , the dice , the wit , the bile— The hate of Whigs and Tories . At dusk , when I am strolling there , Dim forms will rise around me ; — Lepel flits past me in her chair , And Congreve's airs astound me ! And once Nell ...
... stories ; The wine , the dice , the wit , the bile— The hate of Whigs and Tories . At dusk , when I am strolling there , Dim forms will rise around me ; — Lepel flits past me in her chair , And Congreve's airs astound me ! And once Nell ...
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... story - and my sorrows ; Because the rest's a simple thing , A matter quickly over , A church - a priest - a sigh - a ring— And a chaise and four to Dover . EDWARD FITZGERALD . ADVICE TO A LADY IN AUTUMN . SSES ' milk , half - a - pint ...
... story - and my sorrows ; Because the rest's a simple thing , A matter quickly over , A church - a priest - a sigh - a ring— And a chaise and four to Dover . EDWARD FITZGERALD . ADVICE TO A LADY IN AUTUMN . SSES ' milk , half - a - pint ...
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... and trees , If he doats not on desolate towers , If he likes not to hear the blast blow , If he knows not the language of flowers , - My own Araminta , say " No ! " He must walk - like a god of old story SONGS OF SOCIETY . 39.
... and trees , If he doats not on desolate towers , If he likes not to hear the blast blow , If he knows not the language of flowers , - My own Araminta , say " No ! " He must walk - like a god of old story SONGS OF SOCIETY . 39.
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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...