The Fudge Family in Paris

M. Thomas, (Johnson's head) no. 52 Chestnut st. J. Maxwell, printer, 1818 - 123 páginas

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Página 119 - Whose mind was an essence, compounded with art From the finest and best of all other men's powers ; — Who ruled, like a wizard, the world of the heart, And could call up its sunshine, or bring down its showers...
Página 118 - Was this 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 remembered as worse ; —
Página 119 - Whose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright, " Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade ; — "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 119 - Yes — such was the man, and so wretched his fate ; — And thus, sooner or later, shall all have to grieve, Who waste their morn's dew in the beams of the Great, And expect 'twill return to refresh them at eve.
Página 41 - twixt pleasure and fright,— That there came up — imagine, dear DOLL, if you can — A fine sallow, sublime, sort of Werter-fac'd man, With mustachios that gave (what we read of so oft) The dear Corsair expression, half savage, half soft, As Hyaenas in love may be fancied to look, or A something between ABELARD and old BLUCHER...
Página 119 - And could call up its sunshine, or bring down its showers ! *' Whose humour, as gay as the fire-fly's light, " Play'd round every subject, and shone as it play'd ;— " Whose wit in the combat as gentle as bright " Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade;— /
Página 118 - No, not for the wealth of the land that supplies thee With millions to heap upon Foppery's shrine ; — No, not for the riches of all who despise thee...
Página 38 - 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 118 - And friendship 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 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 39 - And, doubtless, so fond they're of Scriptural facts, They will soon get the Pentateuch up in five acts. Here Daniel, in pantomime...

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