The Expedition of Humphry Clinker: With a Memoir of the Author, Volume 1

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Cochrane and Pickersgill, 1831 - Great Britain - 403 pages
 

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Page 284 - While, lightly poised, the scaly brood In myriads cleave thy crystal flood ; The springing trout in speckled pride, The salmon, monarch of the tide ; The ruthless pike, intent on war, The silver eel, and mottled par. Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze thy waters make, By bowers of birch and groves of pine, And hedges flower'd with eglantine.
Page 137 - I need not dwell on the pallid, contaminated mash which they call strawberries, soiled and tossed by greasy paws through twenty baskets crusted with dirt ; and then presented with the worst milk, thickened with the worst flour, into a bad likeness of cream...
Page 55 - The ball was opened by a Scotch lord, with a mulatto heiress, from St. Christopher's; and the gay Colonel Tinsel danced all the evening with the daughter of an eminent tinman from the borough of Southwark.
Page 5 - DOCTOR, THE pills are good for nothing — I might as well swallow snow-balls to cool my reins — I have told you over and over, how hard I am to move ; and, at this time of day, I ought to know something of my own constitution.
Page 140 - My curiosity being excited by this hint, I consulted my friend Dick Ivy, who undertook to gratify it the very next day, which was Sunday last. He carried me to dine with S — , whom you and I have long known by his writings. He lives in the skirts of the town ; and every Sunday his house is open to all unfortunate brothers of the quill, whom he treats with beef, pudding, and potatoes, port, punch, and Calvert's entire butt beer.
Page 284 - On Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love; I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod th' Arcadian plain. Pure stream! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source; No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread; While, lightly...
Page 142 - ... s conduct on this occasion, that reconciled him to the yellow-gloved philosopher, who owned he had some genius, and from that period cultivated his acquaintance. Curious to know upon what subjects the several talents of my fellow-guests were employed, I applied to my communicative friend, Dick Ivy, who gave me to understand that most of them were, or had been, understrappers, or journeymen to more creditable authors, for whom they translated, collated, and compiled, in the business of bookmaking...
Page 39 - The same artist, who planned the circus, has likewise projected a crescent : when that is finished, we shall probably have a star ; and those who are living thirty years hence, may perhaps see all the signs of the zodiac exhibited in architecture at Bath.
Page 251 - ... and at ten o'clock at night the whole cargo is flung out of a back windore that looks into some street or lane, and the maid calls Gardy loo to the passengers, which signifies, Lord have mercy upon you! and this is done every night in every house in Haddingborough ; so you may guess, Mary Jones, what a sweet savour comes from such a number of profuming CURE FOR THE VAPOURS pans. But they say it is wholesome, and truly I believe it is ; for being in the vapours, and thinking of Issabel and Mr.
Page 98 - ... squire, as well as the richest peer, must have his house in town, and make a figure with an extraordinary number of domestics. The ploughboys, cowherds, and lower hinds, are debauched and seduced by the appearance and discourse of those coxcombs in livery, when they make their summer excursions. They desert their dirt and drudgery, and swarm up to London, in hopes of getting into service...

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