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... 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 STREET . T. JAMES'S STREET ...
... 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 STREET . T. JAMES'S STREET ...
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... turns has not taught thee a pit - a - pat - ation ? Thus accused , the wild thing gave this sober reply : - See the heart without motion , though Celia pass by ! Not the beauty she has , or the wit that she borrows , Gives the eye any ...
... turns has not taught thee a pit - a - pat - ation ? Thus accused , the wild thing gave this sober reply : - See the heart without motion , though Celia pass by ! Not the beauty she has , or the wit that she borrows , Gives the eye any ...
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... turns up her eyes ; Those stars of the world are too good for the skies . But Chloe so lively , so easy , so fair , Her wit so genteel , without art , without care ; When she comes in my way , the emotion , the pain , The leapings , the ...
... turns up her eyes ; Those stars of the world are too good for the skies . But Chloe so lively , so easy , so fair , Her wit so genteel , without art , without care ; When she comes in my way , the emotion , the pain , The leapings , the ...
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... one's home so cozy ! Because your little tiny nose Turns up so pert and funny ; Because I know you choose your beaux More for their mirth than money ; Because I think you'd rather twirl A waltz , with. 34 SONGS OF SOCIETY .
... one's home so cozy ! Because your little tiny nose Turns up so pert and funny ; Because I know you choose your beaux More for their mirth than money ; Because I think you'd rather twirl A waltz , with. 34 SONGS OF SOCIETY .
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... turns out his toe ; If he's only an excellent person , My own Araminta , say " No ! " WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED . " FAIR AMORET IS GONE ASTRAY . " AIR Amoret is gone astray , Pursue , and seek her , every lover ; I'll tell the signs by ...
... turns out his toe ; If he's only an excellent person , My own Araminta , say " No ! " WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED . " FAIR AMORET IS GONE ASTRAY . " AIR Amoret is gone astray , Pursue , and seek her , every lover ; I'll tell the signs by ...
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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...