Memoirs of William Beckford of Fonthill, Band 2

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C.J. Skeet, 1859
 

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Seite 288 - I throw my hours away ! In the recesses of the forest vale, On the wild mountain, on the verdant sod, Where the fresh breezes of the morn prevail, I wander lonely, communing with God.
Seite 353 - Commons, as he would a committee for any other purpose, and this committee does nothing but blunder. There must be a feeling for art — mere admiration won't do — people admire, and affect to be struck with works of art, because others affect the same thing. Just as an opera audience cries, ' Wonderful !' at a performance of which it does not comprehend a syllable.
Seite 98 - Another age shall see the golden ear Imbrown the slope, and nod on the parterre, Deep harvests bury all his pride has plann'd, And laughing Ceres reassume the land.
Seite 274 - HARK ! heard ye not that deep, appalling sound ? Tremble ! for lo, the vexed affrighted ground Heaves strong in dread convulsion, — streams of fire Burst from the vengeful sky — a voice of ire Proclaims, "Ye guilty, wait your final doom : No more the silent refuge of the tomb Shall screen your crimes, your frailties.
Seite 197 - For, wing'd with all the lightning's speed, Care climbs the bark, Care mounts the steed, An inmate of the breast : Nor Barca's heat nor Zembla's cold Can drive from that pernicious hold The too tenacious guest. They whom no anxious thoughts annoy, Grateful, the...
Seite 175 - Who touch'd the tenderest notes of Pity's lyre; Who join'd pure Faith to strong poetic powers, Who, in reviving Reason's lucid hours, Sought on one book his troubled mind to rest, And rightly deem'd the Book of God the best 1 . ORIENTAL ECLOGUES.
Seite 332 - A pressing engagement called him away after a week's visit, and I never saw him again. How well he wrote — how original his style and humour. He understood character thoroughly — he played with human foibles ! He repeated an epigram on his setting a nightcap on fire, he had borrowed of Lord Nelson, while sitting up reading.* Sir William Hamilton, my old friend, died two or three years after this visit. Some of his finest antiquities are in the Museum." " Was the second Lady Hamilton a fascinating...
Seite 369 - I should have been perpetually annoyed by the ticking of some cursed jack, the jingling of some beastly piano, horridtoned bells tinkling, and so on. The only way to avoid this was by buying the house ; and so I bought it, to the infinite annoyance and astonishment of the Bath aristocracy, an odd breed, I believe.
Seite 332 - I never thought her so. She was somewhat masculine, but symmetrical in figure, so that Sir William called her his Grecian. She was full in person, not fat, but embonpoint. Her carriage often majestic, rather than feminine. Not at all delicate, ill-bred, often very affected, a devil in temper when set on edge. She had beautiful hair and displayed it. Her countenance was agreeable, — fine, hardly beautiful, but the outline excellent. She affected sensibility, but felt none — was artful ; and no...

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