De Clifford: Or, The Constant Man, Հատոր 1Henry Colburn, 1841 - 4 էջ |
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... Albany , and Sir Harry Melford , of whom he was fond of talking , were any thing but the sons of de- cayed gentlemen . I watched this , as I have said , with something like jealousy ; but as I was his only companion , and he was both ...
... Albany , and Sir Harry Melford , of whom he was fond of talking , were any thing but the sons of de- cayed gentlemen . I watched this , as I have said , with something like jealousy ; but as I was his only companion , and he was both ...
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... Albany's rooms , who I suppose you don't know , and he will not be able to come to you , for he is hand and glove with my lord . " " What of that ? " said I , with some impatience . " Why , when they gets together , there's no saying ...
... Albany's rooms , who I suppose you don't know , and he will not be able to come to you , for he is hand and glove with my lord . " " What of that ? " said I , with some impatience . " Why , when they gets together , there's no saying ...
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... Albany and he practises in the mufflers . " " Mufflers , " cried I , in my ignorance , and not overpleased , " what are they ? " " O ! " replied he , smiling again with a sense of superiority , " it's a sign you are a freshman , or you ...
... Albany and he practises in the mufflers . " " Mufflers , " cried I , in my ignorance , and not overpleased , " what are they ? " " O ! " replied he , smiling again with a sense of superiority , " it's a sign you are a freshman , or you ...
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... Albany and Sir Henry Melford in par- ticular stared at me with lofty wonder , the ladies tittered , and my friend was evidently disconcerted by the interruption . Do not , however , let me unjust to Hastings ; his em barrasment was not ...
... Albany and Sir Henry Melford in par- ticular stared at me with lofty wonder , the ladies tittered , and my friend was evidently disconcerted by the interruption . Do not , however , let me unjust to Hastings ; his em barrasment was not ...
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... Albany , and both were fierce in keeping parvenus at a distance . With such he was never familiar , though , in the spirit of youth , he did not disdain what they both called " roasting a quiz " wherever they found him . These , indeed ...
... Albany , and both were fierce in keeping parvenus at a distance . With such he was never familiar , though , in the spirit of youth , he did not disdain what they both called " roasting a quiz " wherever they found him . These , indeed ...
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De Clifford; Or, The Constant Man De Clifford,Robert P. Ward,Author of Tremaine Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1858 |
De Clifford; or, The constant man, by the author of 'Tremaine'. Robert Plumer Ward Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1841 |
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acquaintance admiration affected afterwards Alcibiades allowed asked Bardolfe beautiful mind Bertha Bostock brother called certainly character charming Christ Church Clifford condescend cousin Crackenthorpe daugh daughter delight dinner doubt Eau de Cologne elegance equal Eton exclaimed eyes fashion father fear feelings felt Foljambe Park fool fortune Fother Fothergill friendship gave Gayhurst gentleman give glad Granville happy Hastings heart honour hope husband inequality knew Lady Cherubina laughed least less look Lord Albany manner Mansell marquess means Merriton mind mortification nature never noble observed Oxford particularly passed passion perhaps person Petrarch pleased pleasure plebeian pride proud Queen's Queen's men rank recollections replied respect returned Sedbergh Sedley seemed sense Shanks shew Sir Harry sister smile sort spirit superior suppose sure surprised taste tell thing thought tion told tutor vulgar walk wife wish word young youth
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Էջ 240 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Էջ 241 - Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
Էջ 31 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ? The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields...
Էջ 48 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Էջ 53 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Էջ 243 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Էջ 179 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly There's naught in this life sweet If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest Melancholy!
Էջ 181 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Էջ 46 - Hence, bashful cunning ! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow * You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
Էջ 48 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.