The wits and beaux of society, by Grace and Philip Wharton, 1. kötet |
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4. oldal
... heart is merry ; he has forty shillings ( some shabby perquisite ) given him by Captain Cowes of the Paragon ; ' and ' my lord ' in the evening ' falls to singing ' a song upon the Rump to the tune of the Blacksmith . ' The hopes of the ...
... heart is merry ; he has forty shillings ( some shabby perquisite ) given him by Captain Cowes of the Paragon ; ' and ' my lord ' in the evening ' falls to singing ' a song upon the Rump to the tune of the Blacksmith . ' The hopes of the ...
8. oldal
... hearts , were all assimi- lated ; and misfortune had bound them closely to each other . To George Villiers let us now turn ; he is waiting for his royal master on the other side of the Channel - in England . And a strange character have ...
... hearts , were all assimi- lated ; and misfortune had bound them closely to each other . To George Villiers let us now turn ; he is waiting for his royal master on the other side of the Channel - in England . And a strange character have ...
9. oldal
... heart and soul into the cause of his sovereign . a gayer , a more prepossessing Cavalier . even a Roundhead . The harsh and Presbyterian - minded Bishop Burnet , has told us that he was a man of a noble pre- sence ; had a great ...
... heart and soul into the cause of his sovereign . a gayer , a more prepossessing Cavalier . even a Roundhead . The harsh and Presbyterian - minded Bishop Burnet , has told us that he was a man of a noble pre- sence ; had a great ...
11. oldal
... heart , and a dexterous hand ; he took his resolution ; rushed out upon his foes , killed the officer in command , galloped off and joined the Prince in the Downs . The sad story of Charles I. was played out ; but Villiers remained ...
... heart , and a dexterous hand ; he took his resolution ; rushed out upon his foes , killed the officer in command , galloped off and joined the Prince in the Downs . The sad story of Charles I. was played out ; but Villiers remained ...
22. oldal
... heart . He was true to nothing ; for he was not true to himself . He had no steadiness nor conduct ; he could keep no secret , nor execute any design without spoiling it : he could never fix his thoughts , nor govern his estate , though ...
... heart . He was true to nothing ; for he was not true to himself . He had no steadiness nor conduct ; he could keep no secret , nor execute any design without spoiling it : he could never fix his thoughts , nor govern his estate , though ...
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The Wits and Beaux of Society, by Grace and Philip Wharton Katherine Thomson,John Cockburn Thomson Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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16. oldal - Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy...
10. oldal - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
239. oldal - A Cherub's face, a reptile all the rest, Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
239. oldal - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all see-saw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
182. oldal - His passion still, to covet general praise, His life, to forfeit it a thousand ways; A constant bounty which no friend has made; An angel tongue, which no man can persuade; A fool, with more of wit than half mankind, Too rash for thought, for action too refined...
38. oldal - Here lies our sovereign lord the king. Whose word no man relies on; Who never said a foolish thing, And never did a wise one.
46. oldal - Shrewsbury and love ; Or just as gay, at Council, in a ring Of mimic statesmen, and their merry king, No wit to flatter, left of all his store ! No fool to laugh at, which he valued more. There, victor of his health, of fortune, friends, And fame, this lord of useless thousands ends.
37. oldal - I shall consider you as the assassin : I shall treat you as such ; and wherever I meet you, I shall pistol you, though you stood behind the king's chair ; and I tell it you in his majesty's presence, that you may be sure I shall not fail of performance.
241. oldal - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
81. oldal - Marks the young dawn of every virtuous aim, And fans the smoking flax into a flame. His ears are open to the softest cry, His grace descends to meet the lifted eye; He reads the language of a silent tear, And sighs are incense from a heart sincere.