Nights of the Round Table: Or, Stories of Aunt Jane and Her FriendsJ. Johnstone for Oliver & Boyd, 1832 - 341 sider |
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admiration amusement Beau Brummel beautiful believe called Captain Spencer character Charles Fox Charlotte Hope Charlotte's Cowper cried Curate daughter dear dear Charlotte Dodsley dress eau de Cologne Emma Roberts English eyes fancied Fanny fashion father favourite fear feelings flatterers French gentle gentleman godmother governess hand happy heard heart Herbert honour humble Jane Aulmerle Jane drew Jane Ford Jane's kind knew Lady Jane Lady Jane Grey late laugh little Charlotte little girl little Jane looked Lord Thurlow lotte Mademoiselle mamma Marquis mind Miss Ford Miss Harding Miss Hope Miss Lydgate Miss Pitman mother neighbours never night noble Norman Gordon ornaments passion Pendarves perceived person poor pride proud pupil putian scene Seymour shew sister smiling Sophia spirit stairs story sure talents taste tell ther thing thought vanity veil whispered Widow Windsor wish woman young lady youth
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Side 79 - Atlantic wave ? Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed And jeweled turban with a smile of peace, Or do we grind her still ? The grand debate, The popular harangue, the tart reply, The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit, And the loud laugh, — I long to know them all ; I burn to set the imprisoned wranglers free, And give them voice and utterance once again.
Side 186 - All which, probably, had never occurred, had Louis VII. not been so rash as to crop his head and shave his beard, by which he became so disgustful in the eyes of our Queen Eleanor.
Side 103 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Side 79 - And that obtained by rapine and by stealth ? With Asiatic vices stored thy mind, But left their virtues and thine own behind, And, having trucked thy soul, brought home the fee, To tempt the poor to sell himself to thee?
Side 91 - I have forgot none of these things, my dears," said Mr. Dodsley. "Only I fear that to see them, as Cowper saw them, we must have a poet's glass; an instrument of higher powers than a Claude Lorraine glass, and clothing every object with softer, or warmer, or sunnier hues than even that pretty toy : — where could that be bought, Fanny?" " Indeed, sir, I don't know,
Side 88 - ... nobody, with probably not political interest sufficient to influence the election of the neighbouring borough-reeve. There had been a degree of impertinence in sending such a book to him; or it was, at least, an act of silliness, and showed small knowledge of life. But Fox had quoted it; so once beyond the smoke of London, Thurlow turns over the leaves. The carriage rolls on, post-haste, to the audience of Majesty; but habit has enabled the lord-chancellor to read even in the most rapid whirling...
Side 85 - The memory of his old fellow-student and companion had been revived on this night, by the arrival of a volume, just published, of Cowper's poetry. With a feeling bordering on contempt, Lord Thurlow threw it from him unopened. Now another scene of our magic glass, and behold the High Chancellor lays his throbbing but ever clear head on a downy pillow, and sets his alarum-watch to an early hour; for, sick or well, he must be at Windsor by ten to-morrow. He, however, leaves orders, that at whatever...
Side 86 - Chancellor had no power,—Fancy is not a ward of Chancery. His visions were gloomy and distempered. His youth, his manhood, his present life, are all fantastically but vividly blended. Sometimes the spirit that haunts him is the Prince of Wales, then it becomes Charles Fox, and anon it changes to William Cowper; and again back to Fox. But his hour comes, the alarum wakes him, and he is almost glad of the relief.
Side 62 - Peep, and tell us what you see, Charles," said the Reverend showman to our old friend Charles Herbert. — " An old building, forms, desks, a lofty large room, many boys and youths, and three apart and prominent." —
Side 81 - No: were it a dungeon with such inmates," cried Sophia, resolutely turning from the beautiful picture of the interior of Mr. Hastings' bed-chamber.— " Well said, Sophia, if you stand to it," returned her mother—" But I see Charles and Mr. Norman long for another peep of those Eastern weapons suspended over the chimney."—" That most beautiful scimitar, the handle studded and blazing with jewels!