De Vere: Or, The Man of Independence, Band 3Carey, Lea, and Carey, 1827 |
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... mean grace . To an English matter - of - fact Cicisbeo , he was a Hyperion to a satyr . " Messieurs , veuillent voir la maison de leur Lor Boolingbrooke , " said the Frenchman , who , from the circumstance of being simply entrusted with ...
... mean grace . To an English matter - of - fact Cicisbeo , he was a Hyperion to a satyr . " Messieurs , veuillent voir la maison de leur Lor Boolingbrooke , " said the Frenchman , who , from the circumstance of being simply entrusted with ...
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... means of governing a state , even through party . ” 66 " I rejoice to hear this from you , " replied De Vere ; ' you who have so much experience , and cannot there- fore , like us visionary people , be led away by mere theory . " " I am ...
... means of governing a state , even through party . ” 66 " I rejoice to hear this from you , " replied De Vere ; ' you who have so much experience , and cannot there- fore , like us visionary people , be led away by mere theory . " " I am ...
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... means sufficient to occupy me . Besides , as my mother , who was a sensible woman , observed , an idler is not respectable , even though rich . You have parts and powers , she said , and so I had ; but I knew VOL . III . 4 not where ...
... means sufficient to occupy me . Besides , as my mother , who was a sensible woman , observed , an idler is not respectable , even though rich . You have parts and powers , she said , and so I had ; but I knew VOL . III . 4 not where ...
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... means had a bad effect . But it stopped them , and all came towards me at once with curiosity , but not rudeness ... mean time , a clean wench , who was the only servant , began to prepare a supper of eggs and legumes , for Monsieur ...
... means had a bad effect . But it stopped them , and all came towards me at once with curiosity , but not rudeness ... mean time , a clean wench , who was the only servant , began to prepare a supper of eggs and legumes , for Monsieur ...
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... means fond of . " Zerlina's mother was dead , and her father had no- bly opposed the three crowned birds of prey who were devouring his fine country . But he perished in unequal battle against the Russians , who claimed him , his son ...
... means fond of . " Zerlina's mother was dead , and her father had no- bly opposed the three crowned birds of prey who were devouring his fine country . But he perished in unequal battle against the Russians , who claimed him , his son ...
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admiration ambition answered appear aunt Barèges became Bolingbroke called Castle Mowbray character charming Clayton court cousin cried dear Constance deed delightful disappointed earl Earl of Cleveland Epernon estates excited exclaimed father favour fear feelings felt Flowerdale fortune gave gentleman guardian happy Harclai heart heir male honour hope imagination interest John Cleveland justice knew Lady Clanellan Lady Constance Lady Elea Lady Eleanor least letter looked Lord Clanellan Lord Cleve Lord Cleveland Lord Mowbray Lord Oldcastle lordship marquess mean mind minister Mortimer mother never niece noble observed opinion party passed passion perhaps person pleasure pride Pyrenees racter replied De Vere retired returned Rivers seemed sentiment SHAKSPEARE Silverlock sion smile sorbing spirit stance Staroste suppose sure surprise talk tell thing thought tion title of Mowbray told truth Vere's Wentworth whole Wilmot wish word Zerlina
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Seite 28 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Seite 107 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon In dim eclipse disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Seite 56 - To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...
Seite 16 - All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity.
Seite 270 - Yonge, a man whose fluency and readiness of speech amounted to a fault, and were often urged as a reproach, and of whom Sir Robert himself always said, that nothing but Yonge's character could keep down his parts, and nothing but his parts support his character (2).
Seite 53 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Seite 96 - And who would take the poor from providence? Like some lone chartreux stands the good old hall, Silence without, and fasts within the wall; No rafter'd roofs with dance and tabor sound, No noontide bell invites the country round; Tenants with sighs the smokeless tow'rs survey, And turn th...
Seite 40 - A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure. Doth any man doubt, that if there were taken out of men's minds vain opinions, flattering hopes, false valuations, imaginations as one would, and the like, but it would leave the minds of a number of men poor shrunken things, full of melancholy and indisposition, and unpleasing to themselves...
Seite 56 - For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Seite 17 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?