The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers . r, And lord lieutenant of the county. But titles and the three-per-cents. And mortgages, and great India bonds, and tithes, and rents, Oh! what are they to loves sensations ?Black eyes, fair forehead, clustering locks. Such wealth, such honors, Cupid chooses;He cares as little for the stocks. As Baron Rothschild for the muses. She sketched: the vale, the wood, the beach, Grew
The International library of famous literature, selections from the world's great writers, ancient, mediaeval, and modern with biographical and explanatory notes and critical essays by many eminent writers . r, And lord lieutenant of the county. But titles and the three-per-cents. And mortgages, and great India bonds, and tithes, and rents, Oh! what are they to loves sensations ?Black eyes, fair forehead, clustering locks. Such wealth, such honors, Cupid chooses;He cares as little for the stocks. As Baron Rothschild for the muses. She sketched: the vale, the wood, the beach, Grew lovelier from her pencils botanized: I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir warbled Handel: it was grand — She made the Catalani touched the organ: I could stand For hours and hours and blow the bellows. She kept an album, too, at home, Well filled with all an albums glories:Paintings of butterflies and Rome, Patterns for trimming Persian stories;Soft songs to Julias cockatoo. Fierce odes to famine and to slaughter;A nd autographs of Prince Leboo, And recipes of elder water. And she was flattered, worshiped, bored: Her steps were watched, her dress was noted,. (?~?a; kg - _ MR. PICKWICK AND THE LADY IN YELLOW CURL PAPERS MR. PICKWICKS ADVENTURE. 661,5 Her poodle dog was quite adored,Her sayings were extremely quoted. She laughed, aud every heart was glad,As if the taxes were abolished. She frowned, and every look was sad,As if the opera were demolished. She smiled on many just for fun — I knew that there was nothing in it;I was the first, the only one Her heart had thought of for a minute;I knew it, for she told me so. In phrase which was divinely molded;She wrote a charming hand, and oh! How sweetly all her notes were folded! Our love was like most other loves — A little glow, a little shiver;A rosebud and a pair of gloves. And Fly Not Yet, upon the river;Some jealousy of some ones heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted,A miniatu
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