A picture from life: or, The history of Emma Tankerville and sir Henry Moreton, Volumen 1S. Highley (successor to the late Mr. John Murray), No. 24, Fleet Street, 1804 |
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... countenance , her eyes were never so well employed as when they spake some lauda- ble affection of her soul ; auburn hair array- ed her person with the most bewitching elegance , luxuriantly flowing down her exquisitely turned shoulders ...
... countenance , her eyes were never so well employed as when they spake some lauda- ble affection of her soul ; auburn hair array- ed her person with the most bewitching elegance , luxuriantly flowing down her exquisitely turned shoulders ...
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... of my portrait , from which they might be enabled to draw con- clusions . Nor do I choose to be judged ill - natured , splenetic , or ugly , because I have a particulat cast on my countenance . No ! no ! Mr. Philosopher , you shall not 72.
... of my portrait , from which they might be enabled to draw con- clusions . Nor do I choose to be judged ill - natured , splenetic , or ugly , because I have a particulat cast on my countenance . No ! no ! Mr. Philosopher , you shall not 72.
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... complexion of his face and regular and enamelled teeth ; and when he smiled , few females could refuse the tribute of admiration to a countenance VOL . I. E so interestingly elegant . His manners were prepossessing , and 73.
... complexion of his face and regular and enamelled teeth ; and when he smiled , few females could refuse the tribute of admiration to a countenance VOL . I. E so interestingly elegant . His manners were prepossessing , and 73.
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... countenance . The Duke of Compass always saluted him , and Mr. Clog - the - wheel , member of Parliament for the very ancient borough of Grumbleton , became his friend ; not to mention the kindness of the Marquis of Frippery , he was a ...
... countenance . The Duke of Compass always saluted him , and Mr. Clog - the - wheel , member of Parliament for the very ancient borough of Grumbleton , became his friend ; not to mention the kindness of the Marquis of Frippery , he was a ...
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... countenance of the arch deceiver , " how are you ? This is an unexpected pleasure , seeing you . I have got a young lady here , whom I have stolen from Berner's street - You know Gamble ; he keeps her . " " Believe him not , Sir ...
... countenance of the arch deceiver , " how are you ? This is an unexpected pleasure , seeing you . I have got a young lady here , whom I have stolen from Berner's street - You know Gamble ; he keeps her . " " Believe him not , Sir ...
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acquainted admiration againſt amiable Anapeſt aunt beauty Beelzebub brave called Candy character charms coufin countenance cousin Emmy curricle daughter Dauncy dear declare defire dreffed dress Duke earl elegant Elinor Emma Tankerville exclaimed eyes faid fair faſhion father feel feemed feen female fhall fhould fignor fome fond fortune fuch fweet gentleman give grace grief Gyara Gyaros hand happineſs happy Harcourt heart Heaven herſelf himſelf honour horfes horſe houſe Ifabel Ifabella increaſe Lester live look Lord Lassitude Madam Maitland maſter ment Mifs mind Miss Tankerville moft morning moſt muſt myſelf never Newmarket obferved paffed paffion panegyric Pellet pity pleaſure poet poor prefent racter ſaid ſhe shew Sir Henry Moreton Sir Richard Oliver smile Sunderland tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou tion Tom D'Urfey Vienna virtue virtuous whofe wife wound yourſelf
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Página 218 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Página 118 - Goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound my heart. The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a man.
Página 39 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Página 214 - Here love his golden shafts employs, here lights His constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels ; not in the bought smile Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendeared, Casual fruition ; nor in court amours, Mixed dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball, Or serenade, which the starved lover sings To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain...
Página 118 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer Friend, the flattering Foe; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Página 41 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void...
Página 16 - Heroes are much the fame, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede...
Página 16 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Página 1 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 48 - . ' Soft down those cheeks, where native crimson vies With ivory whiteness, see the crystals throng ; As some clear river winds its stream along, Bathing the flowers of pale and purple dyes...