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... face which reminded , but with observa- tion , escaped him . When the teasing recollection at last found words Mr. Trembath gripped Elfred by the arm and said , somewhat testily for him : - " Yes , yes , that was the tune , but he didn ...
... face which reminded , but with observa- tion , escaped him . When the teasing recollection at last found words Mr. Trembath gripped Elfred by the arm and said , somewhat testily for him : - " Yes , yes , that was the tune , but he didn ...
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... face that Mabel Elsie and Mrs. Ellis exchanged uneasy glances , and the former cautiously questioned him : " Well , father , enjoyed yourself ? ” His answer , all about heather , was not illuminating , and Mabel Elsie cut him short with ...
... face that Mabel Elsie and Mrs. Ellis exchanged uneasy glances , and the former cautiously questioned him : " Well , father , enjoyed yourself ? ” His answer , all about heather , was not illuminating , and Mabel Elsie cut him short with ...
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... " one long disease . " The stigma which de- formity sets on a face in hard drawn lines of pain is often an evidence of tense intellectual power and resolute will ; but it 44 often also indicates dangerous temper . Pope had much of.
... " one long disease . " The stigma which de- formity sets on a face in hard drawn lines of pain is often an evidence of tense intellectual power and resolute will ; but it 44 often also indicates dangerous temper . Pope had much of.
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... face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy sylphs surround their darling care , These set the head , and those divide the hair , Some fold the sleeve , whilst others plait the gown ...
... face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy sylphs surround their darling care , These set the head , and those divide the hair , Some fold the sleeve , whilst others plait the gown ...
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... face : One would not , sure , be frightful when one's dead— And - Betty - give this cheek a little red . " Here again from the essay on the characters of women , is a sketch of what many take to be a type known only to - day : Flavia's ...
... face : One would not , sure , be frightful when one's dead— And - Betty - give this cheek a little red . " Here again from the essay on the characters of women , is a sketch of what many take to be a type known only to - day : Flavia's ...
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Annecy arms asked Augustan literature beautiful became Bernard Sleigh better Bill Ellis blue brought charming child Clavichord Clifford's Inn colour Coltingham concerts damsel dark dear delightful Dolmetsch door Dunciad Elfred Ellis eyes father favour five thousand crusadoes gave give GRIEVE hand harpsichord head hear heard heart honour husband instruments JAMES KNIGHT jewel Jill Jill's cat Jimmy King knew lady land laugh LAURENCE HOUSMAN Lawrence look Lord Mabel Elsie Madame de Warens marry merchant Miss Mullins Moor Moor's mother natural never nobles once Packer's Rents palace passed pension pieces pietism play pleasure poor Pope Prince Princess returned Richard Rosewithan Rousseau Savoy seemed seen song soul stone strings talk things thou took traveller Trembath Vaud Vevey Villiers viol viola d'amore viola da gamba voice wife woman women words young youth
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Страница 46 - A heavenly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears; Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling, begins the sacred rites of pride.
Страница 46 - From each she nicely culls with curious Toil, And decks the Goddess with the glitt'ring Spoil. This Casket India's glowing Gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder Box. The Tortoise here and Elephant unite, Transform'd to Combs, the speckled and the white.
Страница 43 - Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools. In search of wit these lose their common sense, And then turn critics in their own defence : Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write, Or with a rival's or an eunuch's spite.
Страница 47 - Here Files of Pins extend their shining Rows, Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux. Now awful Beauty puts on all its Arms; The Fair each moment rises in her Charms...
Страница 49 - Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: Who purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Страница 46 - The inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling begins the sacred rites of pride. Unnumbered treasures ope at once, and here The various offerings of the world appear; From each she nicely culls with curious toil And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil.
Страница 47 - Transformed to combs, the speckled, and the white. Here files of pins extend their shining rows, Puffs, powders, patches, Bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve,...
Страница 48 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The King of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Страница 48 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke;) " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one 's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Страница 43 - Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as her eyes, Less wit than mimic, more a wit than wise ; Strange graces still, and stranger flights she had, Was just not ugly, and was just not mad ; Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create, As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.