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Then Lloyd's gaze wandered from the airy structure of chiffon and flowers down Gay's back to her waist-line. "Mercy, child!" she exclaimed. "You've lost your belt. Every one of those three safety-pins is showing, and they each look a foot long!" Gay's hand flew wildly to the back of her dress, but she felt in vain for a belt under which to hide the pins.
Gay's gown she seemed to have clothed herself in that lady's appealing and pensive manner. The black skirt, flowing between them on the grass, divided them more completely than the memory of their quarrel.
Jove, we may remember, had dowered the lovely Miss Cradocks with minds as fair as their persons; and the excellence of Celia's understanding is again celebrated in a neatly turned verse upon her 'having blamed Mr Gay for his Severity on her Sex. Had other women known a tenderness like hers, cries the poet, Gay's darts had returned into his own bosom; and last of all should such blame come from her
James's The early unpopularity of George I in England generally, and especially in the capital The Hanoverians in the Royal Household The Duchess of Kendal The Countess of Darlington Lady Mary's description of the Hanoverian ladies The Duchess of Kendal's passion for money Her influence with the King in political matters Count de Broglie The scandal about Lady Darlington refuted Lady Mary and the Prince of Wales The King and the Prince of Wales The poets and wits of the day Gay's tribute to Lady Mary Pope's verses on her "Court Poems."
"No one has any use for me because I haven't money. Our parlour was good enough for them to do their courting in, and if they don't come and see me real often I'll write Trudy a letter and tell her some good plain facts!" "Be sure to say we all think Gay's mother must have been awful fond of children to have raised him," Luke suggested from the offing.
The slack sail shifts from side to side, The boat, untrimm'd, admits the tide, Borne down, adrift, at random tost, The oar breaks short, the rudder's lost. Gay's Fables. I have tagged with rhyme and blank verse the subdivisions of this important narrative, in order to seduce your continued attention by powers of composition of stronger attraction than my own.
The music being engraved was plainer than Gay's cramped handwriting. She knew she had imitative gifts and that most tunes she heard for the first time she could reproduce exactly. But that was for her own pleasure. She at such times abandoned herself to the power of music. But for the pleasure of others and to know that she was being criticised was a different matter. Already she felt distracted.
On leaving the coffee house Gay walked towards Charing Cross and thence along the Haymarket to Piccadilly. His destination was Queensberry House to the north of Burlington Gardens. Here lived Gay's good friends the Duke and Duchess of Queensberry, and indeed Gay himself, save when he was at Twickenham with Pope.
Leslie took it away; he laid a paper over it and put it in his pocket, just as though it belonged to him," said Tom; "but of all the contributions, I liked Mr. Gay's 'Chicago' the best." "And I liked Mr. Leslie's story," said Aunt Faith; "it is singular he never before mentioned his army life." "Oh! he isn't one of the talking kind like Gideon Fish," said Hugh.
"I suppose they are rather unusual, but, after all a fine pair of eyes can't make exactly a well, a lady, Jonathan." "The deuce!" he ejaculated, and then added quickly, "What has she done now, mother?" One of Mrs. Gay's first principles of diplomacy was that an unpleasant fact treated as non-existent, was deprived in a measure of its power for evil.
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