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... received undeserved reproaches for a long time now , let him beware of chillling his pail with blue tinges . The coastguard huts on the Cornish coast would be the better if their common touch of blue were forbidden them . All this ...
... received undeserved reproaches for a long time now , let him beware of chillling his pail with blue tinges . The coastguard huts on the Cornish coast would be the better if their common touch of blue were forbidden them . All this ...
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... received them with great veneration , and made a coffer in which to put them , lined within and without with crimson velvet , with nails and embroidery of gold . And thus he was despatched to his ship , with much provision and con ...
... received them with great veneration , and made a coffer in which to put them , lined within and without with crimson velvet , with nails and embroidery of gold . And thus he was despatched to his ship , with much provision and con ...
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... received as a son , and related all that had happened , and con- cluded that when the time came for his ship to return , he would give the Moor the four thousand crusadoes he had brought to lay out for him , for he loved him as a father ...
... received as a son , and related all that had happened , and con- cluded that when the time came for his ship to return , he would give the Moor the four thousand crusadoes he had brought to lay out for him , for he loved him as a father ...
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... received , but when his father knew what he brought , if he had been angry the first time he was much more angry the second , deeming that to err once was more pardonable than to err twice . But the youth endured all his fury with ...
... received , but when his father knew what he brought , if he had been angry the first time he was much more angry the second , deeming that to err once was more pardonable than to err twice . But the youth endured all his fury with ...
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... received him again into his house . Then he equipped his son to go yet again to Fez , with great gifts for the Moor , and letters recommending him , with injunctions to him if any more relics were to be found to bring the same over ...
... received him again into his house . Then he equipped his son to go yet again to Fez , with great gifts for the Moor , and letters recommending him , with injunctions to him if any more relics were to be found to bring the same over ...
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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.