Tremaine: Or, The Man of Refinement, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1825 |
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... meddle ; although aware how different it would have been made , had it been written after , instead of before the death of the person to whom it relates . ] Evelyn . Georgina smiled , and her father , with 110 TREMAINE .
... meddle ; although aware how different it would have been made , had it been written after , instead of before the death of the person to whom it relates . ] Evelyn . Georgina smiled , and her father , with 110 TREMAINE .
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Or, The Man of Refinement Robert Plumer Ward. Evelyn . Georgina smiled , and her father , with some humour , taking up a set of writing copies . designed for the village school , presented the words to Tremaine in handsome copperplate ...
Or, The Man of Refinement Robert Plumer Ward. Evelyn . Georgina smiled , and her father , with some humour , taking up a set of writing copies . designed for the village school , presented the words to Tremaine in handsome copperplate ...
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... Georgina , " I hope Mr. Tremaine likes that passage as well as we do . " " It was always a favourite with me ... Georgina . " I hope you will long continue to do so , " ob- served her companion ; " but your love will certainly wear off ...
... Georgina , " I hope Mr. Tremaine likes that passage as well as we do . " " It was always a favourite with me ... Georgina . " I hope you will long continue to do so , " ob- served her companion ; " but your love will certainly wear off ...
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... Georgina , thus called upon , answered with some hesitation , - " It is true , there are disappointments in some of the promises of spring , but I hope not in all : and as I take care not to raise my expectations too high , what the ...
... Georgina , thus called upon , answered with some hesitation , - " It is true , there are disappointments in some of the promises of spring , but I hope not in all : and as I take care not to raise my expectations too high , what the ...
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... Georgina saying she would go and find Mrs. Ryecroft , he had nothing left but to sit down too . The farmer being forbidden by his rector to fetch any ale , would not however lose his politics . " Squire Tremaine " he continued " but I ...
... Georgina saying she would go and find Mrs. Ryecroft , he had nothing left but to sit down too . The farmer being forbidden by his rector to fetch any ale , would not however lose his politics . " Squire Tremaine " he continued " but I ...
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Page 5 - hest to say so ! Fer. Admired Miranda ! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Page 149 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish 'd throne, Burnt on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 149 - Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue) O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature...
Page 55 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less, Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude ! XXVII.
Page 33 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Page 142 - I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Page 68 - This place affords no news, no subject of entertainment or amusement, for fine men of wit and pleasure about town understand not the language, and taste not the pleasures of the inanimate world. My flatterers here are all mutes. The oaks, the beeches, the chestnuts, seem to contend which best shall please the lord of the manor. They cannot deceive, they will not lie.
Page 25 - IN that soft season, when descending showers Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flowers; When opening buds salute the welcome day, And earth relenting feels the genial ray ; As balmy sleep had charm'd my cares to rest, And love itself was banish'd from my breast, (What time the morn mysterious visions brings, While purer slumbers spread their golden wings), A train of phantoms in wild order rose, And, join'd, this intellectual scene compose.
Page 79 - If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work...
Page 47 - A great deal," replied Evelyn ; " for, in the place I allude to, he was the quizzer, and Oliver the quizzee. ' We courtiers,' he says, ' valued ourselves much upon our good clothes; and when I first saw Oliver, he seemed a gentleman very ordinarily clad, in a plain suit, made, as it should seem, by. an ill country tailor ; his linen not very clean, his hat without a hatband, and his sword stuck on awkwardly.