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... DEAR DOLL , while the tails of the horses are plaiting , The trunks tying on , and Papa , at the door , Into very bad French is , as usual , translating His English resolve not to give a sou more , I sit down to write you a line - only ...
... DEAR DOLL , while the tails of the horses are plaiting , The trunks tying on , and Papa , at the door , Into very bad French is , as usual , translating His English resolve not to give a sou more , I sit down to write you a line - only ...
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... dear DOLLY , he knows them as well As if nothing but these all his life he had eat , Though a bit of them BOBBY has never touch'd yet ; But just knows the names of French dishes and cooks , As dear Pa , knows the titles of authors and ...
... dear DOLLY , he knows them as well As if nothing but these all his life he had eat , Though a bit of them BOBBY has never touch'd yet ; But just knows the names of French dishes and cooks , As dear Pa , knows the titles of authors and ...
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... dear FUDGE- th ' exact words , " I forget And , it's strange , no one ever remembers my Lord's ; [ allow But ' twas something to say that , as all must A good orthodox work is much wanting just now , To expound to the world the new ...
... dear FUDGE- th ' exact words , " I forget And , it's strange , no one ever remembers my Lord's ; [ allow But ' twas something to say that , as all must A good orthodox work is much wanting just now , To expound to the world the new ...
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... dear ! But , bless me , my paper's near out , so I'd bet- ter Draw fast to a close ; -this exceeding long let- ter You owe to a déjeuner à la fourchette , Which BOBBY would have , and is hard at i yet.- What's next ? oh , the tutor ...
... dear ! But , bless me , my paper's near out , so I'd bet- ter Draw fast to a close ; -this exceeding long let- ter You owe to a déjeuner à la fourchette , Which BOBBY would have , and is hard at i yet.- What's next ? oh , the tutor ...
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... dear , -forgive me for breaking off thus ; But BoB's déjeûner's done , and Papa's in a P. S. fuss . B. F. How provoking of Pa ! he will not let me stop Just to run in and rummage some milliner's shop ; And my début in Paris , I blush to ...
... dear , -forgive me for breaking off thus ; But BoB's déjeûner's done , and Papa's in a P. S. fuss . B. F. How provoking of Pa ! he will not let me stop Just to run in and rummage some milliner's shop ; And my début in Paris , I blush to ...
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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...