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... fellow again ; - I have since laid Sir Anthony's preposition before her ; but , I'm sorry to say , she seems resolved to decline every particle that I enjoin her . " " Well , Sir Anthony , since you desire it , we will not anticipate ...
... fellow again ; - I have since laid Sir Anthony's preposition before her ; but , I'm sorry to say , she seems resolved to decline every particle that I enjoin her . " " Well , Sir Anthony , since you desire it , we will not anticipate ...
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... fellow - servant . - - 4 Fag . Excuse my glove , Thomas . I'm dev'lish glad to see you , my lad . Why , my prince of chariot- eers , you look as hearty ! — but who the deuce thought of seeing you in Bath ! Coach . Sure , Master , Madam ...
... fellow - servant . - - 4 Fag . Excuse my glove , Thomas . I'm dev'lish glad to see you , my lad . Why , my prince of chariot- eers , you look as hearty ! — but who the deuce thought of seeing you in Bath ! Coach . Sure , Master , Madam ...
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... fellow ! well met ! The noise of the music playing in the gallery , the heat and flavour of such a crowd , and the hum and buzz of their conversation " . . . Smol- lett's Humphrey Clinker . 86. Parades : ( promenades ) the Grand ( or ...
... fellow ! well met ! The noise of the music playing in the gallery , the heat and flavour of such a crowd , and the hum and buzz of their conversation " . . . Smol- lett's Humphrey Clinker . 86. Parades : ( promenades ) the Grand ( or ...
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... fellow not worth a shilling ! 201 Lyd . Madam , I thought you once- Mrs. Mal . You thought , Miss ! - I don't know any 193. Mrs. Chapone : Letters on the Improvement of the Mind . Addressed to a Young Lady . 2 vols . , 1773. The letters ...
... fellow not worth a shilling ! 201 Lyd . Madam , I thought you once- Mrs. Mal . You thought , Miss ! - I don't know any 193. Mrs. Chapone : Letters on the Improvement of the Mind . Addressed to a Young Lady . 2 vols . , 1773. The letters ...
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... than to go into corners with young fellows ? " 45. infallible : Mrs. Tryfort ( A Journey to Bath , ii , 2 , p . 299 ) : " Oh , I'll infallibly go . " too for here are a great many poor words pressed 54 [ ACT II THE RIVALS.
... than to go into corners with young fellows ? " 45. infallible : Mrs. Tryfort ( A Journey to Bath , ii , 2 , p . 299 ) : " Oh , I'll infallibly go . " too for here are a great many poor words pressed 54 [ ACT II THE RIVALS.
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47 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... is my wish, while yet I live, to have my boy make some figure in the world. I have resolved, therefore, to fix you at once in a noble independence.
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - Passion is of no service, you impudent, insolent, overbearing reprobate ! There, you sneer again ! don't provoke me ! but you rely upon the mildness of my temper, you do, you dog ! you play upon the meekness of my disposition ! Yet...
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - I would have her instructed in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Jack; — I have heard you for some time with patience — I have been cool — quite cool ; but take care — you know I am compliance itself — when I am not thwarted ; — no one more easily led — when I have my own way ; — but don't put me in a frenzy.
xiv ÆäÀÌÁö - When all of Genius which can perish dies. A mighty Spirit is eclipsed — a Power Hath pass'd from day to darkness — to whose hour Of light no likeness is bequeath'd — no name, Focus at once of all the rays of Fame ! The flash of Wit, the bright Intelligence, The beam of Song, the blaze of Eloquence...
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, I think he has given you the greatest provocation in the world. - Can a man commit a more heinous offence against another than to fall in love with the same woman?
121 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll be your second with all my heart ; and if you should get a quietus, you may command me entirely. I'll get you snug lying in the Abbey here ; or pickle you, and send you over to Blunderbuss-hall, or anything of the kind, with the greatest pleasure.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick! — Fling Peregrine Pickle under the toilet — throw Roderick Random into the closet — put The Innocent Adultery into The Whole Duty of Man — thrust Lord Aimworth under the sofa — cram Ovid behind the bolster — there — put The Man of Feeling into your pocket — so, so — now lay Mrs Chapone in sight, and leave Fordyce's Sermons open on the table.
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll tell you what, Jack — I mean you dog — if you don't, by Abs. What, sir, promise to link myself to some mass of ugliness ! to Sir Anth. Zounds ! sirrah ! the lady shall be as ugly as I choose : she shall have a hump on each shoulder ; she shall be as crooked as the crescent ; her one eye shall roll like the bull's in Cox's Museum ; she shall have a skin like a mummy, and the beard of a Jew — she shall be all this, sirrah ! yet I will make you ogle her all day, and sit up all night to write...