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Page 133
... Canvas Captain Canvas Henry de Rosier Mr. Hartington Leatherhead Davy La Fosse Lady Bab Blue . • Madame de Rosier Miss Selwyn Miss Hartington Susan Mr. OXBERRY . Mr. HORN . Mr. PHILIPPS . Mr. RAYMOND . Mr. LOVEGROVE . Mr. KNIGHT . Mr ...
... Canvas Captain Canvas Henry de Rosier Mr. Hartington Leatherhead Davy La Fosse Lady Bab Blue . • Madame de Rosier Miss Selwyn Miss Hartington Susan Mr. OXBERRY . Mr. HORN . Mr. PHILIPPS . Mr. RAYMOND . Mr. LOVEGROVE . Mr. KNIGHT . Mr ...
Page 135
... 'ry wave Then sing , to lighten the languid way ; - When brows are glowing , And faint with rowing : ' Tis like the spell of Hope's airy lay , To whose sound thro ' life we stray . Sir Charles Canvas , Lady Bab Blue , Miss Hartington.
... 'ry wave Then sing , to lighten the languid way ; - When brows are glowing , And faint with rowing : ' Tis like the spell of Hope's airy lay , To whose sound thro ' life we stray . Sir Charles Canvas , Lady Bab Blue , Miss Hartington.
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Thomas Moore. Sir Charles Canvas , Lady Bab Blue , Miss Hartington , Miss Selwyn , and Davy , land from the Boat . Lady B. What a charming clear morning ! I protest we might almost see the coast of France . Run , Davy , and fetch my ...
Thomas Moore. Sir Charles Canvas , Lady Bab Blue , Miss Hartington , Miss Selwyn , and Davy , land from the Boat . Lady B. What a charming clear morning ! I protest we might almost see the coast of France . Run , Davy , and fetch my ...
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... Canvas was the elder of the two . Miss S. You were right , my dear : he is older by a year than Sir Charles - But their father the late Baronet , having married his lady privately in France , Captain Canvas was born before their ...
... Canvas was the elder of the two . Miss S. You were right , my dear : he is older by a year than Sir Charles - But their father the late Baronet , having married his lady privately in France , Captain Canvas was born before their ...
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... Canvas - I knew him once very well ( sighs . ) Miss S. Very well , did you say , Miss Har- tington ? Miss Hart . Oh ! no - not - indeed scarcely at all . I meant merely that I had seen him . He was the friend of poor De Rosier ( aside ...
... Canvas - I knew him once very well ( sighs . ) Miss S. Very well , did you say , Miss Har- tington ? Miss Hart . Oh ! no - not - indeed scarcely at all . I meant merely that I had seen him . He was the friend of poor De Rosier ( aside ...
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Ammonia BIDDY bless blue BLUE-STOCKING brother Capt Captain Canvas Colonel Countess of DESMOND Curaçoa Davy dear devil DICK DOLL DOLLY dream ELD-N Enter ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes fancy father Fête French FUDGE gentleman give glory hand happy head heart Heaven hey scribble-hy scribble honour hope House of Guelph Irish JEAN JACQUES ROUSSEAU keep King La Fosse Lady Bab larning late laughing Leath Leatherhead letter look Lord Lordship Lottery lover Ma'am Madame de Rosier Manetho mean Miss Hart Miss Hartington Miss Selwyn morning ne'er never night o'er Papists poet poor Prince round sal ammoniac SCENE Sir Charles Canvas smile soul speech Sunnites sure Susan sweet tell thee there's thing thou thought tion turn twas twill whiskers words
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Page 150 - When Poverty comes in at the door, Love flies out at the window,
Page 120 - The orator — dramatist — minstrel, — who ran "Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all ! " Whose mind was an essence, compounded with art " From the finest and best of all other men's powers ; — " Who ruled, like a wizard, the world of the heart, " And could call up its sunshine, or bring down its showers!
Page 158 - To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet scarce know why ; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by ; To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart on none ; To think all other charms divine. But those we just have won ; This is love, careless love, Such as kindleth hearts that rove.
Page 288 - Because it is a slender thing of wood, That up and down its awkward arm doth sway, And coolly spout and spout and spout away, In one weak, washy, everlasting flood ! EPIGRAM.
Page 118 - Oh it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And friendships so false in the great and high-born; — To think what a long line of Titles may follow The relics of him who died, friendless and lorn ! " How proud they can press to the funeral array Of him whom they shunn'd, in his sickness and sorrow— How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day, Whose pall shall be held up by Nobles to-morrow...
Page 133 - THE song that lightens our languid way When brows are glowing, And faint with rowing, Is like the spell of Hope's airy lay, To whose sound through life we stray. The beams that flash on the oar awhile...
Page 41 - twixt pleasure and fright,— That there came up — imagine, dear DOLL, if you can — A fine sallow, sublime, sort of Werter-fac'd man, With mustachios that gave (what we read of so oft) The dear Corsair expression, half savage, half soft, As Hyaenas in love may be fancied to look, or A something between ABELARD and old BLUCHER!
Page 119 - Was this then the fate of that highgifted man, The pride of the palace, the bower, and the hall, The orator,— dramatist,— minstrel,— who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all...
Page 310 - THERE was a little Man, and he had a little Soul, And he said, " Little Soul, let us try, try, try, " Whether it's within our reach " To make up a little Speech, " Just between little you and little I, I, I, " Just between little you and little I!
Page 119 - No, not for the wealth of the land, that supplies thee With millions to heap upon Foppery's shrine; — No, not for the riches of all who despise thee, Tho...