The queens of society

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Harper & brothers, 1860 - Women - 488 pages
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Page 374 - I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion It is that they bear me from thee.
Page 471 - Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Page 112 - THE playful smiles around the dimpled mouth, That happy air of majesty and truth, So would I draw : but oh ! 'tis vain to try ; My narrow genius does the power deny. The equal lustre of the heavenly mind, Where every grace with every virtue's...
Page 218 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 109 - ... beautiful, would not be agreeable ; nature having done for her with more success, what Apelles is said to have essayed, by a collection of the most exact features, to form a perfect face.
Page 311 - After a painful struggle I yielded to my fate : I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son ; my wound was insensibly healed by time, absence, and the habits of a new life.
Page 469 - ... he paid much too dear for his wife's fortune by taking her person into the bargain...
Page 240 - Handel came to pay his respects to Lord Kinnoul, with whom he was particularly acquainted. His Lordship, as was natural, paid him some compliments on the noble entertainment which he had lately given the town. ' My Lord,' said Handel, ' I should be sorry if I only entertained them ; I wish to make them better.
Page 343 - I know the town and the world ; and give me leave to say, that we merchants are a species of gentry that have grown into the world this last century, and are as honourable, and almost as useful, as you landed folks, that have always thought yourselves so much above us; for your trading, forsooth, is extended no farther than a load of hay or a fat ox.
Page 239 - Lancelot, or Pelleas, or Pellenore : And all the while harmonious airs were heard Of chiming strings, or charming pipes, and winds Of gentlest gale Arabian odours fanned From their soft wings, and Flora's earliest smells.

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