The Life of George Brummell, Esq., Commonly Called Beau Brummell, Volume 1

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Carey and Hart, 1844 - 164 pagine
 

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Pagina 110 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help?
Pagina 118 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Pagina 34 - We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Pagina 5 - What thou seest, What there thou seest fair creature is thyself, With thee it came and goes...
Pagina 46 - Yes, on my faith, there are bouts-rimes on a buttered muffin, made by her Grace the Duchess of Northumberland ; receipts to make them, by Corydon the venerable, alias George Pitt ; others, very pretty, by Lord Palmerston ; some by Lord Carlisle ; many by Mrs. Miller herself, that have no fault but wanting metre ; and immortality promised to her without end or measure. In short since folly, which never ripens to madness but in this hot climate, ran distracted, there never was anything so entertaining...
Pagina 46 - Batheaston, now Pindus. They caught a little of what was then called taste, built and planted, and begot children, till the whole caravan were forced to go abroad to retrieve. Alas ! Mrs. Miller is returned a beauty, a genius, a Sappho, a tenth Muse, as romantic as Mademoiselle Scuderi, and as unsophisticated as Mrs.
Pagina 67 - He jested, he talked, he did every thing admirably, but then he would be applauded for the same thing twice over. He would read his own verses, his own...
Pagina 44 - During the month of July 1811, a very short time before the decease of the late Duke of Devonshire, I visited the vault in the principal church of Derby, where repose the remains of the Cavendish family. As I stood contemplating the coffin which contained the ashes of that admired female, the woman who accompanied me pointed out the relics of a bouquet which lay upon the lid, nearly collapsed into dust.
Pagina 104 - T is pleasure breathes that short, quick sigh, And flushes o'er that rosy face ; Whilst shame and infant modesty Shrink back with hesitating grace. The lovely maiden's dimpled cheek At that sweet voice still deeper glows ; Her quivering lips in vain would seek To hide the bliss her eyes disclose...
Pagina 72 - MY DEAR SCROPE, — Lend me two hundred pounds; the banks " are shut, and all my money is in the three per cents. It shall " be repaid to-morrow morning.

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