The Life of George Brummell, Esq., Commonly Called Beau Brummell, 2. köideSaunders and Otley, 1844 - 391 pages |
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Page 162 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house ; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night ; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia ! O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me.
Page 387 - Brummell, looked at him, but as if he did not know who he was, or why he was there, and without bestowing upon him the slightest symptom of recognition. It was then, at the very instant he passed on, that Brummell, seizing with infinite fun and readiness the notion that they were unknown to each other, said across to his friend, and aloud, for the purpose of being heard, ' Alvanley, who's your fat friend...
Page 94 - Still thro' the gloom thy star serenely glows : Like yon fair orb, she gilds the brow of night With the mild magic of reflected light. The beauteous maid, who bids the world adieu, Oft of that world will snatch a fond review ; Oft at the shrine neglect her beads, to trace Some social scene, some dear, familiar face : And ere, with iron tongue, the vesper-bell Bursts thro...
Page 91 - To feel the softly-breathing sigh, When Friendship's lips the tones repeat ; But oh ! a thousand times more sweet The praise of those we love to hear ! Like balmy showers in summer heat, It falls upon the greedy ear. The lover lulls his rankling wound, By dwelling on his fair one's name ; The mother listens for the sound Of her young warrior's growing fame. Thy voice can soothe the mourning dame, Of her soul's wedded partner riven, Who cherishes the...
Page 386 - Prince ; but the ball excited much interest and expectation, and to the surprise of the amphitryons, a communication was received from his Royal Highness, intimating his wish to be present. Nothing, therefore, was left but to send him an invitation, which was done in due form, and in the name of the four spirited givers of the ball. The next question was, how were they to receive...
Page 261 - I am in solitude to waste The present moments, and regret the past; Deprived of every joy I valued most, My friend torn from me, and my mistress lost; Call not this gloom I wear, this anxious mien, The dull effect of humour or of spleen. Still, still I mourn, with each returning day, Him* snatched by fate in early youth away; And her through tedious years of doubt and pain, Fix'd in her choice, and faithful — but in vain!
Page 379 - I was often fagged by him, and his gaiety and good nature to lower boys were felt and acknowledged. " He must have left Eton early in 1794 ; he had then a high nose, which was broken down by a kick from a horse soon after he went into the Tenth Dragoons, and the good looks he carried from Eton were greatly impaired by that unlucky accident. In the regiment he soon became the pet of the officers, and, after a time, was invited, as a matter of course, into whatever society the Prince of Wales frequented....
Page 385 - Regent, who distinctly saw him, but who of course would not move. In order to stop him, therefore, and prevent actual collision, one of the Prince's suite tapped him on the back, when Brummell immediately turned sharply round, and saw that there was not much more than a foot between his nose and the Prince of Wales's. I watched him with intense curiosity, and observed that his countenance did not change in the slightest degree, nor did his head move ; they looked straight into each other's eyes ;...
Page 313 - Ah ! my dear Duchess," faltered the Beau, " how rejoiced I am to see you ; so very amiable of you at this short notice ! Pray bury yourself in this arm-chair ; do you know it was a gift to me from the Duchess of York, who was a very kind friend of mine ; but, poor thing, you know, she is now no more.
Page 193 - One solitary chop, about the size of an ecu, enveloped in a quire of greasy paper, and the skeleton of a pigeon, a bird I could never fancy.* I must not omit to mention the accompaniment of half a dozen potatoes. Such was my meal of yesterday evening, after a fast of twelve hours. It is not, I am certain, the fault of the son, but the ladrerie of the pere et mere, with which I have been so long acquainted.