Himself His Worst Enemy: Or, Philip, Duke of Wharton's Career ...J. P. Lippincott & Company, 1871 - 374 páginas |
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... light and mellow color ; thin leaden clouds scud swiftly before it , and , for a time , dim its glow , making it dull and copperish until they pass . The heavens in every part present an unusual appearance ; an opaque , light - colored ...
... light and mellow color ; thin leaden clouds scud swiftly before it , and , for a time , dim its glow , making it dull and copperish until they pass . The heavens in every part present an unusual appearance ; an opaque , light - colored ...
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... light and scan her features more plainly . Thomas Wharton was born in the times of the Cove- nanters , his father being a sour , rigid old Calvinist , and a firm believer in Cromwell and his Ironsides . His boyhood was passed amid a ...
... light and scan her features more plainly . Thomas Wharton was born in the times of the Cove- nanters , his father being a sour , rigid old Calvinist , and a firm believer in Cromwell and his Ironsides . His boyhood was passed amid a ...
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... lights a dirty tallow candle , which she places on the table ; now she goes towards a small trundle - bed where lies a pink , flaxen - haired boy , whose pure breath comes softly through his little open lips , on which she imprints a ...
... lights a dirty tallow candle , which she places on the table ; now she goes towards a small trundle - bed where lies a pink , flaxen - haired boy , whose pure breath comes softly through his little open lips , on which she imprints a ...
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... light brown and delicately curved , her complexion as fresh as the flowers in May . Her figure is very girlish , and shrinks sensitively from the hand which rests on her waist , a piece of officiousness she hardly knows whether to pout ...
... light brown and delicately curved , her complexion as fresh as the flowers in May . Her figure is very girlish , and shrinks sensitively from the hand which rests on her waist , a piece of officiousness she hardly knows whether to pout ...
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... light , and amid the sweet perfumes of the wild flowers , their breaths mingle and send Cupid's arrows stinging through all their veins . She " Margery , love , my own , why do you tremble ? If there did happen to be anybody espying us ...
... light , and amid the sweet perfumes of the wild flowers , their breaths mingle and send Cupid's arrows stinging through all their veins . She " Margery , love , my own , why do you tremble ? If there did happen to be anybody espying us ...
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Himself His Worst Enemy: Or, Philip Duke of Wharton's Career (Classic Reprint) Alfred P. Brotherhead No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Abbé Alberoni angry answer Atterbury Avignon beauty Brad calls Catachresis cavalier CHAPTER cheeks conversation Cowper cries Dame Debbie door draws dressed Dubois Duke of Wharton Earl Edgely Valentin England enters exclaims eyes face father favor fear feel finished Francis Atterbury gentlemen give glance grace hand Hanoverian Hautefort head heard heart honor Inverness Jacobite James king kisses Königsegg lady laughs leave letter Lillibullero lips London looks Lord Stair Lord Wharton lordship majesty Maldran manner Master Philip Mistress O'Beirne Mohocks Mordanto Nanar never Nora once pale Paris Peterborough Philip replies Philip says queen Queenie quick rapier Rathfarnham replies Philip resumes Ripperda rises Rooksnest S'life Savatte scarcely Shem shoulders Sir Edgely Sir Harry smile speak Stair stands steps sure tell thought thousand guineas Thurton tones Tory turns voice walks Walpole Whig wife window wonderful words
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Página 369 - Shrewsbury and love; Or just as gay, at council, in a ring Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king. No wit to flatter left of all his store! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
Página 369 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies...
Página 306 - Hitherto my master's interest has been managed by the Duchess of Perth, and three or four other old women, who meet under the portal of St. Germain's; he wanted a Whig, and a brisk one, to put them in the right train, and I am the man ! You may now look upon me, Sir...
Página 7 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel, by divine command, With rising tempests shakes a guilty land (Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed), Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Página 292 - am no competent judge, your Lordships shall be " induced to proceed on this bill, God's will be " done ! Naked came I out of my mother's womb, " and naked shall I return ; and whether He " gives or takes away, blessed be the name of the "Lord!
Página 339 - His passion still, to covet general praise, His life, to forfeit it a thousand ways; A constant bounty which no friend has made; An angel tongue, which no man can persuade; A fool, with more of wit than half mankind, Too rash for thought, for action too refined...
Página 297 - Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true Love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair.
Página 133 - Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds ? I pass their desperate deeds and mischiefs done, Where from Snow-hill black steepy torrents run ; How matrons, hoop'd within the hogshead's womb, Were tumbled furious thence...
Página 70 - Pierre, whene'er thou seest my fears Betray me less, to rip this heart of mine Out of my breast, and show it for a coward's.
Página 297 - I and my love wer wont to gae. 1 leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true love did lichtly me. O waly waly, gin love be bonny, A little time while it is new ; But when its auld, it waxeth cauld, And fades awa