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... Wellmont , my lady , " said a footman , entering , and in walked , or rather waddled , a short , fat , clumsy- looking , little woman , with enormous cheeks , " as broad and red as a pulpit cushion , " and dressed in a flame - coloured ...
... Wellmont , my lady , " said a footman , entering , and in walked , or rather waddled , a short , fat , clumsy- looking , little woman , with enormous cheeks , " as broad and red as a pulpit cushion , " and dressed in a flame - coloured ...
Página 134
... Wellmont was a very good woman , but she was also a very weak one , and had one particular folly , blended with many valuable qualities , that could scarce- ly fail of rendering her an object of ri- dicule ; in short , she had the ...
... Wellmont was a very good woman , but she was also a very weak one , and had one particular folly , blended with many valuable qualities , that could scarce- ly fail of rendering her an object of ri- dicule ; in short , she had the ...
Página 135
... vanities , begin to lose their charms . Mrs. Wellmont was still , however , as much engaged in them as when she first left Yorkshire , the lively , vulgar , bois- terous , terous , and good - humoured Miss Green- field . CONVERSATION . 135.
... vanities , begin to lose their charms . Mrs. Wellmont was still , however , as much engaged in them as when she first left Yorkshire , the lively , vulgar , bois- terous , terous , and good - humoured Miss Green- field . CONVERSATION . 135.
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... Well- mont , eyeing with wonderful compla- cency Miss Waldegrave and lady Caro- line , " you cannot be in want of conver- sation . " " But one wishes to escape from her prison - house , and the other sleeps or dozes all day ; besides ...
... Well- mont , eyeing with wonderful compla- cency Miss Waldegrave and lady Caro- line , " you cannot be in want of conver- sation . " " But one wishes to escape from her prison - house , and the other sleeps or dozes all day ; besides ...
Página 141
... Wellmont , than stay here , warm , snug , idle , tired to death with sameness , and sick of tran- quillity . Oui , vraiment , this little room is aptly named a boudoir ; I am sure I never enter it without being sulky and pouting ...
... Wellmont , than stay here , warm , snug , idle , tired to death with sameness , and sick of tran- quillity . Oui , vraiment , this little room is aptly named a boudoir ; I am sure I never enter it without being sulky and pouting ...
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admiration affection afflicted amiable anguish Apicius arities asked Audleyhurst beautiful beheld beloved Bentley blessed brother CHAP charming cheek colonel Montrath conversation cousin cried delighted Delwyn dread earl endeavoured epicure Evesham exclaimed eyes father feel Fitzormond gazed gentle gentleman Georgiana Gisburne going grave hand happy hear heard heart hope Howard imagined Julia Rivers Knaresborough lady Caroline lady Hautville lady Langham lady Rosvellyn laughing lips look lord Ashbourne lord Frederic Beauchief lord Monmouth lord Rosvellyn lordship ma'am madam manners Maria Nugent melancholy ment mind Miss Nugent Miss Rivers Miss Waldegrave morning ness never Ottoman Empire pain person pity pleasure poor pray racters rejoined remarked replied returned Revesby Court shew sigh sir Algernon sir Gower sir Lionel Wentworth smile sorrow speak sure sweet sweet lord talking tears tell thing thought tion Valverde voice walked weep Wellmont whilst wish young lady
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Página 27 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 58 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Página 116 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, To pardon or to bear it.
Página 148 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Página 186 - Their only labour was to kill the time ; And labour dire it is, and weary woe. They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme, Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow. This soon too rude an exercise they find ; Straight on the couch their limbs again they throw, Where hours on hours they sighing lie reclined, And court the vapoury god, soft breathing in the wind.
Página 63 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Página 106 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Página 169 - Why decked with all that land and sea afford, Why angels called, and angel-like adored? Why round our coaches crowd the white-gloved beaux, Why bows the side-box from its inmost rows; How vain are all these glories, all our pains, Unless good sense preserve what beauty gains: That men may say, when we the front-box grace: 'Behold the first in virtue as in face!
Página 34 - Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly ; A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud ; A brittle glass, that's broken presently : A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.