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Page 258 - And here she planned th' imperial seat of fools. Here to her chosen all her works she shows ; Prose swelled to verse, verse loit'ring into prose : How random thoughts now meaning chance to find, Now leave all memory of sense behind ; How prologues into prefaces decay, And these to notes are frittered quite away. How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail...
Page 154 - My lot might have been that of a slave, a savage, or a peasant ; nor can I reflect without pleasure on the bounty of Nature, which cast my birth in a free and civilized country, in an age of science and philosophy, in a family of honourable rank, and decently endowed with the gifts of fortune.
Page 33 - What a profusion of substantial delicacies! What mighty and iristinted rounds of beef! What vast and marble-veined ribs! What gelatinous veal pies! What colossal hams! Those are evidently prize cheeses! And how invigorating is the perfume of those various and variegated pickles! Then the bustle emulating the plenty; the ringing of bells, the clash of thoroughfare, the summoning of ubiquitous waiters, and the all-pervading feeling of omnipotence, from the guests, who order what they please, to the...
Page 31 - I've never seen you ; Pray unmask, your visage show, Then I'll tell you aye or no. I will not my face uncover Till the marriage ties are over ; Therefore, choose you which you will, Wed me, sir, or try your skill. Step within that pleasant bower, With your friend one single hour...
Page 109 - Artist of the Comet experienced a high treat. He had a full view of his quondam passenger, and thus described his situation. He was seated with his back to the horses — his arms extended to each extremity of the guard-irons — his teeth set grim as death — his eyes cast down towards the ground, thinking the less he saw of his danger the better.
Page 107 - At the appointed time, the Regulator appears at the door. It is a strong, wellbuilt drag, painted what is called chocolate colour, bedaubed all over with gilt letters — a bull's head on the doors, a Saracen's head on the hind boot, and drawn by four strapping horses ; but it wants the neatness of the other. The passengers may be, by a shade or two, of a lower order than those who had gone forward...
Page 87 - I took out a pistol from my coat-pocket, and from my breeches-pocket a five-shilling piece and a dollar. I held the pistol concealed in one hand and the money in the other. I held the money pretty hard: he said, 'Put it in my hat.
Page 372 - ... and most luxuriant fringe. Behind the coach was the immense basket, stretching far and wide beyond the body, to which it was attached by long iron bars or supports passing beneath it, though even these seemed scarcely equal to the enormous weight with which they were frequently loaded. These baskets were, however, never great favourites, although their difference of price caused them to be frequently well filled.
Page 31 - Calcott the Bath Road runs through Theale, where on the Old Angel inn the traveller's eyes at least may be feasted. And in this neighbourhood, the memory of Pope once more adds lustre to the way. For at Ufton Nervet lived Arabella Fermor, the Belinda of The Rape of the Lock.
Page 37 - I sec the travellers on the Bath Road smacking their lips over the Pelican dinners, and losing their colour over the Pelican bill, each equally notorious at that great house. " The famous inn in Speenhamland That stands below the hill, May Well be called the Pelican From its enormous bill,