The Fudge Family in Paris

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 - 168 páginas
 

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Página 161 - Oh ! it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And spirits so mean in the great and high-born ; To think what a long line of titles may follow The relics of him who died — friendless and lorn ! How proud they can press to the funeral array Of one whom they shunned in his sickness and sorrow : — How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day, Whose pall shall be held up by nobles to-morrow...
Página 161 - Oh it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And friendships so false in the great and high-born; — To think what a long line of Titles may follow The relics of him who died, friendless and lorn ! " How proud they can press to the funeral array Of him whom they shunn'd, in his sickness and sorrow— How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day, Whose pall shall be held up by Nobles to-morrow...
Página 168 - Oh, shade of the Cheesemonger ! \ you, who, alas, Doubled up, by the dozen, those Mounseers in brass, On that great day of milling, when blood lay in lakes, When Kings held the bottle, and Europe the stakes...
Página 162 - Was thit then the fate !" — future ages will say, When some names shall live but in history's curse ; When Truth will be heard, and these Lords of a day Be forgotten as fools, or remember'd as worse ; — " Was this then the fate of that high-gifted man, ' ' The pride of the palace, the bower and the hall, " The orator — dramatist — minstrel, — who ran " Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all! " Whose mind was an essence, compounded...
Página 115 - That she liv'd to much more than a hundred and ten, And was kill'd by a fall from a cherry-tree then ! What a frisky old girl...
Página 41 - There, indeed, is a treat that charms all but Papa. Such beauty — such grace — oh ye sylphs of romance, Fly, fly to Titania, and ask her if she has One light-footed nymph in her train, that can dance Like divine Bigottini and sweet Fanny Bias ! Fanny Bias in Flora — dear creature ! — you'd swear, When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round. That her steps are of light, that her home is the air, And she only par complaisance touches the ground.
Página 42 - Quite charming — and very religious — what folly To say that the French are not pious, dear Dolly^ When here one beholds, so correctly and rightly, The Testament turn'd into melo-drames nightly; And, doubtless, so fond they're of Scriptural facts, They will soon get the Pentateuch up in five acts. Here Daniel, in pantomime...
Página 164 - twill return to refresh them at eve. In the woods of the North there are insects that prey On the brain of the elk till his very last sigh;* Oh, Genius ! thy patrons, more cruel than they, First feed on thy brains, and then leave thee to die...
Página 164 - Whose eloquence — bright'ning whatever it tried, " Whether reason or fancy, the gay or the grave, — " Was as rapid, as deep, and as brilliant a tide, " As ever bore Freedom aloft on its wave...
Página 163 - Was this, then, the fate of that high-gifted man, The pride of the palace, the bower, and the hall — The orator, dramatist, minstrel, — who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all. ' " Whose mind was an essence, compounded, with art, From the finest and best of all other men's powers ; — Who rul'd, like a wizard, the world of the heart, And could call up its sunshine, or draw down its showers...

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