Two Centuries of Costume in America, MDCXX-MDCCCXX, Volume 1Macmillan, 1903 - 824 páginas |
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Two Centuries of Costume in America, MDCXX-MDCCCXX, Volumes 1-2 Alice Morse Earle Visualização completa - 1903 |
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American apparel apron attire band beard beautiful beaver blue bonnet Born Boston Bowdoin breeches brocade buckles buttons calash called century CHAPTER child cloak cloth coat collar colony color Copley costume Cotton Mather court curls cut-work daughter died doublet dress Dutch Earl embroidered England English facing fashion Fitz-John Winthrop French hood garments gauze girl gloves Godfrey Kneller gold Governor gown green hair handsome hanging Harriet Acland hats head head-dress hoop Horace Walpole Indian James Bowdoin jerkin John John Winthrop king knots lace Lady leather letters linen London Madam married Mary Mass Miss mode muff neck pair periwig petticoat pink plain Puritan Quaker Queen ribbon rich Robert Gibbes Roundhead ruff ruffles sacque Salem satin scarlet seen shape shoes silk silver slashed sleeves to-day trimmed velvet Virginia waistcoat wear wife William Winthrop woman women word wore worn wrote young
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Página 432 - It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Página 251 - And Elijah took his mantle, and wrapped it together, and smote the waters, and they were divided hither and thither ; so that they two went over on dry ground.
Página 26 - I knew not, very ordinarily apparelled, for it was a plain cloth suit, which seemed to have been made by an ill country tailor. His linen was plain, and' not very clean ; and I remember a speck or two of blood upon his little band, which was not much larger than his collar. His hat was without a hatband ; his stature was of a good size ; his sword stuck close to his side, his countenance swollen and reddish, his voice sharp and untunable, and his eloquence full of fervour.
Página 297 - They braced my aunt against a board, To make her straight and tall ; They laced her up, they starved her down, To make her light and small; They pinched her feet, they singed her hair, They screwed it up with pins; — Oh, never mortal suffered more In penance for her sins.
Página 145 - This day the King begins to put on his vest, and I did see several persons of the House of Lords and Commons too, great courtiers, who are in it; being a long cassocke close to the body, of black cloth, and pinked with white silk under it, and a coat over it, and the legs ruffled with black riband like a pigeon's leg ; and, upon the whole, I wish the King may keep it, for it is a very fine and handsome garment.
Página 495 - Her hair in front is craped at least a foot high, much in the form of a churn bottom upward, and topped off with a wire skeleton in the same form covered with black gauze, which hangs in streamers down her back. Her hair behind is in a large braid, turned up, and confined with a monstrous large crooked comb. She reminded me of the monstrous cap worn by the Marquis La Fayette's valet — commonly called, on this account, the Marquis
Página 537 - Of sounding an alarm assaults these doors Till the street rings ; no stationary steeds Cough their own knell, while, heedless of the sound, The silent circle fan themselves, and quake : But here the needle plies its busy task, The pattern grows, the well-depicted...
Página 453 - ... them look very light : the robings and facings were little green banks with all sorts of weeds, and the sleeves and the rest of the gown loose twining branches of the same sort as those on the petticoat : many of the leaves were finished with gold, and part of the stumps of the trees looked like the gilding of the sun.
Página 715 - Play not the peacock, looking everywhere about you to see if you be well decked, if your shoes fit well, if your stockings sit neatly, and clothes handsomely.
Página 93 - Not then a Slave for twice two Year. My Cloaths were fashionably new, Nor were my Shifts of Linnen Blue; But things are changed, now at the Hoe, I daily work, and Bare-foot go, In weeding Corn or feeding Swine, I spend my melancholy Time.