36 matches.
- MARY HOWITT.
- and get lodged in Clive Vale Farm, the place where Holman Hunt had painted his famous picture of the sheep upon the downs. He had made a great mess w
- BEATEN TO DEATH.
[*](CLIVE-1872NOTE01)- EATH. * AT depth of night, this thought on home had shone; /
- / * On Wednesday Mr. Thomas Hopley, described as a gentleman, was taken up on warrant by Superintenden
- THE FIRST MORNING OF 1860.
[*](CLIVE-1872NOTE02)- 1860. * ONE evening 'mid the summer flown / Has sta
- / Reprinted from the Cornhill Magazine, No. 1. [Page 60]
60- LADY. * YOUTH , beauty, love, a mother's joy divine, / A wife's, a daughter's
- tomb. / * The young Duchess of St. Albans. September 1871.
- Why Paul Ferroll Killed his Wife. by
- CHAPTER VIII
- necktie of Duncan Clive, the actor, were seen in a victoria side by side with Lady Susan's extraordinary hat (her ladyship had long ago given up
- CHAPTER XII
- DUNCAN CLIVE'S Hamlet had taken the town. Christina roundly declared it was a revolting exhibition; but I don't know good a
- ic over Mr. Duncan Clive. We are only human, and my ardour was possibly not unconnected with the fact that the manager of the Proscenium Theatre was t
- sion of Mr. Duncan Clive as he used to appear in our drawing-room. He was an actor-manager, so he had to talk about improving the public taste--a
- Clive was announced. There he stood in the flesh, my favourite stage-lover, looking very blue about the jaw and very dazzling about
- to be sure, Duncan Clive made an imposing figure enough in his sombre doublet, standing with his chin a little forward, and his eyes turned suspicious
- . Mr. Duncan Clive had beautiful, suggestive hands, which he used a good deal when he talked, and a wandering, shifty eye, which travelled all r
- unts of Mr. Duncan Clive's early training did not, as his stage-carpenter would have expressed it, 'join'; but I am firmly convinced
- o listen to Duncan Clive's confidences, especially as Mrs. Duncan Clive did not usually accompany him when he paid afternoon calls. He had marrie
- lly as Mrs. Duncan Clive did not usually accompany him when he paid afternoon calls. He had married the 'walking lady' of a travelling com
- evoted to dear Mr. Clive's acting. Lady Susan takes him by the arm into a distant corner, from whence he is presently dug out by the Duchess of B
- s culled by Duncan Clive on his last American tour, we passed the entrance to the stalls, the open door revealing a now empty house with rows of pale
- take place. Duncan Clive had not had time to change his dress, and he now stood at the door, with brown grease-paint on his cheek and blue pencil line
- s, had engaged Mr. Clive in close confabulation. 'That's Mrs. Stanley Goring. Good family, rich, nice husband, but goes in for the st
- nwhile Mrs. Duncan Clive, in a drab silk gown, hovered vaguely, with an apologetic smile, in the background, and a gallant old general, who was devote
- ' Mr. Duncan Clive had pressed my hand and murmured something pretty when I arrived, but he had not yet found time to come and speak to me.
- that of Mr. Duncan Clive. With the grease-paint still on his lips, my idol was imprinting a farewell salute on the bismuth-whitened arm of Miss Lalage
- THE LIE OF THE LAND NOTES ABOUT LANDSCAPES
- THE LIE OF THE LAND NOTES ABOUT LANDSCAPES
- III
- sh;particularly of Clive Newcome's day--always to paint a panorama with whole ranges of hills, miles of river, and as many cities as possibl