The Fudge family in Paris, ed. by Thomas Brown the younger

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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 162 - 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; —
Página 163 - 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 41 - 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 164 - Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade : " ' Whose eloquence — brightening 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 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 30 - Still hope and suffer, all who can ! — but I, Who durst not hope, and cannot bear, must fly. But whither ? — every-where the scourge pursues — Turn where he will, the wretched wanderer views, In the bright, broken hopes of all his race, Countless reflections of th...
Página 45 - 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 mustaches that gave (what we read of so oft), The dear Corsair expression, half savage, half soft As hyenas in love may be fancied to look, or A something between Abelard and old Blucher!
Página 43 - And, doubtless, so fond they're of Scriptural facts, They will soon get the Pentateuch up in five acts. Here Daniel, in pantomime...
Página 134 - Le tour de son billet était charmant, plein de caresse et de naïveté. Ce soin, plus qu'amical, me parut si tendre, comme si elle se fût dépouillée pour me vêtir, que, dans mon émotion, je baisai vingt fois en pleurant le billet et le jupon.

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