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Fairoaks a set of prize-books begilt with the college arms, and so big, well-bound, and magnificent, that these ladies thought there had been no such prize ever given in a college before as this of

The History of Pendennis 2006

In this spacious hall, begilt, bemirrored, assembled, on the evening of the duke's arrival, Francis, his court and the guest of the occasion.

Under the Rose Frederic Stewart Isham

Within a much begilt and gorgeous bower, he soon found himself awaiting patiently the coming of the favorite.

Under the Rose Frederic Stewart Isham

The cloud dissipated itself, streaming away like the tail of a comet, and a ponderous and much begilt coach, drawn by six horses, their manes and tails tied with red ribbons, and outriders in gorgeous livery at the heads of each pair, rolled, or rather bumped into sight.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

The gorgeous state uniforms of the marshals, the rich and elegant costumes of the ladies, the bespangled and begilt coats of the household, dancing, theatricals, concerts, and excursions -- all these elements should have combined to create brilliancy and gaiety in the imperial circle, but they did not.

The Life of Napoleon Bonaparte Vol. III. (of IV.) William Milligan Sloane 1889

Though dignified by the name of library, it was not nearly so crowded with books as the little study at home; all the volumes were beautifully bound in much-begilt calf or morocco, but they had not the used, loved look of her father's books.

We Two, a novel Edna Lyall 1880

Upholsterer is no Pontiff, neither is any Drawing-room a Temple, were it never so begilt and overhung: 'a whole immensity of Brussels carpets, and pier-glasses, and or-molu, 'as he himself expresses it,

Sartor Resartus, and On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History Thomas Carlyle 1838

She buys a couple of begilt Bristol boards at the Fancy Stationer’s and paints her very best upon them — a shepherd with a red waistcoat on one, and a pink face smiling in the midst of a pencil landscape — a shepherdess on the other, crossing a little bridge, with a little dog, nicely shaded.

Vanity Fair 2006

a declamation prize in his own college, and brought home to his mother and Laura at Fairoaks a set of prize-books begilt with the college arms, and so big, well-bound, and magnificent, that these ladies thought there had been no such prize ever given in a college before as this of Pen's, and that he had won the very largest honour which Oxbridge was capable of awarding.

The History of Pendennis William Makepeace Thackeray 1837