Historic Dress in America, 1800-1870

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G.W. Jacobs, 1910 - 458 pagine
 

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Pagina 426 - While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts, — Between let Ocean roll, Our joint communion breaking with the sun : Yet still from either beach The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than speech, "We are One.
Pagina 378 - Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch — stitch — stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Pagina 199 - ... than to keep their native tresses in perfect order. Though the expense of the ladies' dress greatly exceeds, in proportion to their general style of living, that of the ladies of Europe, it is very far (excepting in Philadelphia) from being in good taste. They do not consult the seasons in the colours or in the style of their costume ; I have often shivered at seeing a young beauty picking her way through the snow with a pale rose-coloured bonnet, set on the very top of her head : I knew one...
Pagina 349 - Be not the first by whom the new is tried, nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Pagina 209 - Be wise, then, ye maidens, nor seek admiration By dressing for conquest, and flirting with all; You never, whate'er be your fortune or station...
Pagina 112 - My gown is to be trimmed everywhere with white ribbon plaited on somehow or other. She says it will look well. I am not sanguine. They trim with white very much. I learnt from Mrs. Tickars's young lady, to my high amusement, that the stays now are not made to force the bosom up at all ; that was a very unbecoming, unnatural fashion. I was really glad to hear that they are not to be so much off the shoulders as they were.
Pagina 291 - SLIPS of a kid-skin deftly sewn, A scent as through her garden blown, The tender hue that clothes her dove, All these, and this is Gerty's glove. A glove but lately dofft, for look — It keeps the happy shape it took Warm from her touch ! What gave the glow? And where's the mould that shaped it so ? It clasp'd the hand, so pure, so sleek, Where Gerty rests a pensive cheek, The hand that when the light wind stirs, Reproves those laughing locks of hers.
Pagina 52 - Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece. "Ah ! " replied my gentle fair, " Beloved, what are names but air ? Choose thou whatever suits the line ; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only, only call me Thine.
Pagina 57 - ... allows she is extremely beautiful. Her dress was the thinnest sarcenet and white crepe without the least stiffening in it, made without a single plait in the skirt, the width at the bottom being made of gores; there was scarcely any waist to it and no sleeves; her back, her bosom, part of her waist and her arms were uncover'd and the rest of her form visible.
Pagina 115 - Her majesty's appearance was truly regal, — dressed in a robe of pink satin, trimmed elaborately with ermine, a white velvet and satin turban, with nodding ostrich plumes and a crescent in front, gold chain and clasps around the waist and wrists.

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