Tremaine: Or, The Man of Refinement, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1825 |
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... Lord Orford ; the count , the chevalier , and the prior , * and the old Corycian of Virgil , were often quoted , and as often envied , whenever this natural and delightful art occurred to his imagination . Yet , in reality , of a garden ...
... Lord Orford ; the count , the chevalier , and the prior , * and the old Corycian of Virgil , were often quoted , and as often envied , whenever this natural and delightful art occurred to his imagination . Yet , in reality , of a garden ...
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... Lord , and your poor servant ever . ' SHAKSPEARE . In the morning a letter was brought him by a servant on horseback , who said it came from a neigh- bouring clergyman , Dr. Evelyn . It gave him joy of his arrival , and announced the ...
... Lord , and your poor servant ever . ' SHAKSPEARE . In the morning a letter was brought him by a servant on horseback , who said it came from a neigh- bouring clergyman , Dr. Evelyn . It gave him joy of his arrival , and announced the ...
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... When I saw it there were nine thousand Asters , or Reine Marguerites . - Lord Orford on Modern Gardening . far too common ones ) , such as walls , F 2 TREMAINE . 99 This was reproached to Evelyn by people of taste, ...
... When I saw it there were nine thousand Asters , or Reine Marguerites . - Lord Orford on Modern Gardening . far too common ones ) , such as walls , F 2 TREMAINE . 99 This was reproached to Evelyn by people of taste, ...
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... Lord , ' tis I ; the early village cock " Hath thrice done salutation to the morn . ' " " ,, SHAKSPEARE . TREMAINE passed a melancholy evening , which he , as usual , would not allow to be melancholy . He had refused his friend's ...
... Lord , ' tis I ; the early village cock " Hath thrice done salutation to the morn . ' " " ,, SHAKSPEARE . TREMAINE passed a melancholy evening , which he , as usual , would not allow to be melancholy . He had refused his friend's ...
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... Lord Orford says , “ Oh ! with what joy could I bid adieu to loving and hating ! to crowds , public places , great dinners , visits , and above all to the House of Commons ! But pray mind , when I retire , it shall be only to Lon- don ...
... Lord Orford says , “ Oh ! with what joy could I bid adieu to loving and hating ! to crowds , public places , great dinners , visits , and above all to the House of Commons ! But pray mind , when I retire , it shall be only to Lon- don ...
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Anne's Hill answered Evelyn answered Tremaine asked Tremaine beautiful Belford believe Belson better called CHAP charming Clair confess continued Evelyn conversation court cried Tremaine daugh daughter dear delight dinner Eugenia Evelyn Hall exclaimed Tremaine eyes fancy father feeling felt fortune garden gave gentleman Georgina give happy heart honour Horace Walpole horse interest Jack lady laugh least Les Ormes less Limoges live looking Lord maine manner Mary mind Miss Evelyn Monson mother nature neighbours ness never observed Tremaine party perhaps person philosopher pleased pleasure politics quizzed racter refined replied Evelyn replied Tremaine retirement retreat returned Evelyn ride scarcely seemed servant SHAKSPEARE shew Sir Marmaduke Sir William Temple Sir William Wyndham smiled solitude sort Squire suppose sure sweet taste tell thing thou thought tion Tremaine's truth walk wish wonder Woodington Yorkshire young
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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.