The Life and Letters of William Beckford of FonthillDuffield, 1910 - 391 страница |
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acquainted admiration affectionate ALEXANDER COZENS amongst amuse appear Arabian assured Bath beautiful BECKFORD to G BECKFORD to H. G. BECKFORD to LADY BENJAMIN DISRAELI charming CLARKE LANSDOWN clouds Cyrus Redding dear Lady Hamilton DEAR SIR delight desire Disraeli Dreams Duke of Hamilton edition ELIZABETH HERVEY England eyes fancy favour feel flatter Fonthill Abbey Fonthill House French gallery gardens give H. G. BOHN happy hear Hill honour hope hour imagine June Lady Hamilton letter Lettice London look Lord Chatham Memoirs Mountains Naples never NICHOLAS WILLIAMS night obliged Pacchierotti Paris peace perhaps PETER BECKFORD Pitt pleasure Portugal present printed received recollect SAMUEL HENLEY scene sincerely Sir William Sir William Hamilton soon spirits story taste tell thought thro tion tower translation Vathek WILLIAM BECKFORD wish Woods write wrote
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Страница 143 - Orientale;' but for correctness of costume, beauty of description, and power of imagination, it far surpasses all European imitations; and bears such marks of originality, that those who have visited the East will find some difficulty in believing it to be more than a translation. As an Eastern tale, even Rasselas must bow before it; his 'Happy Valley' will not bear a comparison with the 'Hall of Eblis.
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Страница 143 - His figure was pleasing and majestic ; but when he was angry one of his eyes became so terrible, that no person could bear to behold it, and the wretch upon whom it was fixed instantly fell tackward, and sometimes expired. For fear, however, of depopulating his dominions and making his palace desolate, he but rarely gave way to his anger.
Страница 36 - IT was a dismal and a fearful night : Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling light, When sleep, death's image, left my troubled breast By something liker death possest. My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, And on my soul hung the dull weight Of some intolerable fate. What bell was that ? Ah me ! too much I know ! My sweet companion, and my gentle peer, Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here, Thy end for ever, and my life, to moan?
Страница 217 - This was said as the guest followed the footman to the front-door. That functionary opened it wide, and said: " Mr. Beckford ordered me to present his compliments to you, sir, and I am to say that, as you found your way into Fonthill Abbey without assistance, you may find your way out again as best you can; and he hopes you will take care to avoid the bloodhounds that are let loose in the gardens every night. I wish you good-evening. No, thank you, sir ; Mr. Beckford never allows vails.
Страница 142 - Old Fonthill had a very ample, lofty, loud-echoing hall, one of the largest in the kingdom. Numerous doors led from it into various parts of the house, through dim, winding passages. It was from that I introduced the hall — the idea of the Hall of Eblis being generated from my own.
Страница 315 - Falstaff himself could not take his ease at this moment within a dozen leagues of Fonthill." ..." The beds through the county are (literally) doing double duty — people who come in from a distance during the night must wait to go to bed, until others get up in the morning.
Страница 372 - The other day, in examining some papers, I met with very slight notes of this Excursion. Flattering myself that, perhaps, they might not be totally unworthy of expansion, I invoked the powers of memory — and behold, up rose the whole series of recollections I am now submitting to that indulgent Public, which has shown more favour to my former sketches than they merited".