Husband Hunting, Or, The Mother and Daughters: A Tale of Fashionable Life, Volume 2G.B. Whittaker, Ave Maria Lane, 1825 |
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Pagina 11
... morning splendours , and the midnight heavens , studded with innumerable stars , multiplied in the clear expanse of waters . But when the vessel , early on a lovely morning , at length cast anchor in the harbour of Lisbon , a mutual ...
... morning splendours , and the midnight heavens , studded with innumerable stars , multiplied in the clear expanse of waters . But when the vessel , early on a lovely morning , at length cast anchor in the harbour of Lisbon , a mutual ...
Pagina 37
... brigade , of which Vaughan's regiment was one , to march on the follo wing morning . While his heart beat with the prospect before him , he did not forget his promise to the young nun . He had but just time to return HUSBAND HUNTING . 37.
... brigade , of which Vaughan's regiment was one , to march on the follo wing morning . While his heart beat with the prospect before him , he did not forget his promise to the young nun . He had but just time to return HUSBAND HUNTING . 37.
Pagina 42
... morning all was tranquil . The peasants had dispersed to their various habitations , leaving be hind them no other traces of their labour of destruction than a huge and black- ened heap of ruins . A glorious sun shone on the morn- ing's ...
... morning all was tranquil . The peasants had dispersed to their various habitations , leaving be hind them no other traces of their labour of destruction than a huge and black- ened heap of ruins . A glorious sun shone on the morn- ing's ...
Pagina 45
... morning , as he was wandering through the streets of a small town , where his regiment was quartered , he thought he saw an officer riding by , ( though the last person he should have expected to see there , ) his old college friend ...
... morning , as he was wandering through the streets of a small town , where his regiment was quartered , he thought he saw an officer riding by , ( though the last person he should have expected to see there , ) his old college friend ...
Pagina 48
... morning as they go to mass . I and a few of us are always welcome at the Spaniard's table , and the Donna has now and then a delightful Tertullia , of which I never omit one . " 56 And all this will end , I suppose , by your leaving ...
... morning as they go to mass . I and a few of us are always welcome at the Spaniard's table , and the Donna has now and then a delightful Tertullia , of which I never omit one . " 56 And all this will end , I suppose , by your leaving ...
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ance appeared arms ascer beauty Catherine Catherine's CHAPTER cheek Clara convent countenance Courtney Courtney's coxcomb cried daughter daunt dear deep Don Ferdinand England exclaimed fancy farewell father favour fear feeling felt fortune Francis Vaughan friendship gave gazed girl hand happiness hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour inquiry ject Julia lady laughed Leonora letter light lips Lisbon listened look mand marriage ment mind mingled Mordaunt morning nant nature ness never night once painful perceive Philip Phineas Webb piastres plied Mordaunt promise racter regiment regret reply returned Vaughan roused sank scarcely Sénor sigh silence smile soldier sorrow Spain Spaniard Spanish spect spirit spot stood surprise Tagus tears thought tion to-morrow tone tremely tual tural turb turned uncle uncle's uncon Ursula utter Velas Velasquez voice whole woman word wounded young
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Pagina 236 - She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Pagina 252 - Not in folio. is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning1 ? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an ineh thick, to this favour she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost...
Pagina 113 - Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Pagina 250 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pagina 95 - Tis false; no law divine condemns the virtuous, For differing from the rules your schools devise. Look round, how Providence bestows alike Sunshine and rain, to bless the fruitful year, On different nations, all of different faiths : And...
Pagina 153 - Prince! I blush to think what I have said, But fate has wrested the confession from me; Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour, Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, And make the Gods propitious to our love.
Pagina 183 - Not with the living ; They feed upon opinions, errors, dreams, And make 'em truths ; they draw a nourishment Out of defamings, grow upon disgraces ; And, when they see a virtue fortified Strongly above the battery of their tongues, Oh, how they cast to sink it ! and, defeated, (Soul-sick with poison) strike the monuments Where noble names lie sleeping, till they sweat, And the cold marble melt.
Pagina 127 - ... that the busy world at least in this Would take example from a wretch like me! None then would waste their hours in foreign thoughts, Forget themselves and what concerns their peace, To tread the mazes of fantastic Falsehood, To haunt her idle sounds and flying tales Through all the giddy, noisy courts of rumour; Malicious slander never would have leisure...
Pagina 45 - ... by death ! Or ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace. — NARCISSA ! Pity bleeds at thought of thee ; Yet thou wast only near me ; not myself. 1060 Survive myself] — That cures all other woe.
Pagina 81 - Each circumstance ; consider, above all, That it is jealousy's peculiar nature To swell small things to great ; nay, out of nought To conjure much, and then to lose its reason Amid the hideous phantoms it has form'd. Alon. Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all To be deceived. I fear 'tis doomsday with me.