A dancing, fleeting, light-hearted creature, quite ready for any adventure
And what greater change exists than marriage?
She had been distinguished as a flirt
What wouldn't one give to have De Quincey in a box, and take him out to talk!
Craigenputtock no such frightful spot after all
The outward figure of one's abode
It is a work of genius, dear!
She was like a feudal dame whose lord was gone to the wars
In London, her own light could shine to greater purpose
Who would not be provoked to see Titania in love with Bottom?
A house in unfashionable Chelsea
She could have married either man; she had not chosen Irving
London's infinite variety
Try all that ever you can be patient and good-natured with your provera piccola Gooda, and then she loves you and is ready to do anything on earth that you wish
Let no woman who values peace of soul ever dream of marrying an author!
Various mountains were now coming to Mahomet
A clever devil, certainly, this Lady Harriet, belle laide, but full of wit
He was getting up steam for a new book, a process always full of hiss and sputter
"Your mother is dead!" they told her
Old stand-bys and new, they thumped the brass knocker at No 5 Cheyne Row
Jane was having her portrait painted
Earthquakes and conflagration
with the face of a highly intellectual, highly spiritual, highly idealistic priest
a beautiful figure of a poet
Is your husband as much infatuated as ever with Lady Harriet?
That's Jeannie Welsh! no other woman would climb the wall instead of going in at the gate
The decade after the year of revolutions
The chief interest of today expressed in blue marks on my wrists
Jane's husband and old lion now, but very much king of the London jungle
Ten years in the valley of the shadow of Frederick
In the warm summer dusk; in the quiet of the hours.
