The Cottage on the Cliff: A Seaside StoryW. Burnett, 1834 |
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13. oldal
... to do to a favourite child , but when Agatha was not present he loved to dwell on her merits with a peculiar delight and satisfaction . It is true that Miss Singleton seldom strayed beyond the THE COTTAGE ON THE CLIFF . 13.
... to do to a favourite child , but when Agatha was not present he loved to dwell on her merits with a peculiar delight and satisfaction . It is true that Miss Singleton seldom strayed beyond the THE COTTAGE ON THE CLIFF . 13.
56. oldal
... child ; simple , indeed , was the colouring , but it was true to nature and to feeling ; and the fisher felt it was so , for he hastily brushed a tear of genuine affection , while , looking at Shelty , he further exclaimed , - " Shiver ...
... child ; simple , indeed , was the colouring , but it was true to nature and to feeling ; and the fisher felt it was so , for he hastily brushed a tear of genuine affection , while , looking at Shelty , he further exclaimed , - " Shiver ...
86. oldal
... child , and sleep soundly , there's no one shall disturb thee , I pro- mise thee , while Peter Blust is the sentinel that guards the door . " " Agatha , perceiving that the fisher was resolutely bent on his purpose of keeping watch all ...
... child , and sleep soundly , there's no one shall disturb thee , I pro- mise thee , while Peter Blust is the sentinel that guards the door . " " Agatha , perceiving that the fisher was resolutely bent on his purpose of keeping watch all ...
96. oldal
... child was certain , and for what purpose he was concealed was as probable , but that mystery had now thrown an impervious veil over these circumstances , which it was very unlikely would ever be removed , except by the miraculous ...
... child was certain , and for what purpose he was concealed was as probable , but that mystery had now thrown an impervious veil over these circumstances , which it was very unlikely would ever be removed , except by the miraculous ...
107. oldal
... child , deserted by the authors of its being , and reared in a forest , with wretches little short of savages , whose intention very probably was that of mur- dering the boy had he not been so miraculously preserved by the humanity of a ...
... child , deserted by the authors of its being , and reared in a forest , with wretches little short of savages , whose intention very probably was that of mur- dering the boy had he not been so miraculously preserved by the humanity of a ...
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The Cottage on the Cliff: A Sea-Side Story - Primary Source Edition Catherine G. B. 1787 Ward Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2013 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Agatha Singleton Alfred answered beautiful Beda beheld Black Forest blush bosom Braganza Captain Singleton chamber child Claribelle Cliff Cottage countenance cousin Craftly cried Agatha cried Jessy cried Olive cried the fisher Cromer Dale daughter dear dear Jessy Delcrusa Duchess Duchess of Braganza Duke Duke of Braganza exclaimed eyes fate father fear feelings Fisher Blust girl hand happy hear heart Heaven heroine honour hour innocent inquired instantly Jessy's kinsman Leontine Craftly Lessington look Lord Montague Lord Winstone lovely Manfrida manner Marchioness Margaret Marinetta Marquis means mind Miss Blust Miss Jessy Miss Olive Miss Singleton mistress Montault mother never night old Abbey Olive Blust Olive's once passion Paulo Michello pray pretty protector replied Shelty shiver my top-sails silent smile suffering sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion treach trembled uttered Agatha voice wish Wolf woman young lady
Népszerű szakaszok
516. oldal - Cease then, nor order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, heaven bestows on thee. Submit. — In this, or any other sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear : Safe in the hand of one disposing pow'r, Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
158. oldal - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep...
516. oldal - All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.
387. oldal - She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
206. oldal - It was a wild and breaker-beaten coast, With cliffs above, and a broad sandy shore, Guarded by shoals and rocks as by an host, With here and there a creek, whose aspect wore A better welcome to the tempest-tost, And rarely ceased the haughty billow's roar, Save on the dead long summer days, which make The outstretch'd Ocean glitter like a lake.
404. oldal - A man whom both the waters and the wind, In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball For them to play upon, entreats you pity him; He asks of you, that never used to beg.
221. oldal - Which have been suffer'd, and can ne'er return? Those that have weather'da tempestuous night, And find a calm approaching with the light, Will not, unless their reason they disown, Still make those dangers present that are gone.
325. oldal - Leonora. Yes, sire, such welcome gives As when upon the dark blank world the sun Pours forth his beams ; when undistinguished space Grows rich with meaning ; hill, and lake, and plain Glitter in new-born light, and hail the day...
439. oldal - HEAR what Highland Nora said, — ' ' The Earlie's son I will not wed, Should all the race of nature die, And none be left but he and I. For all the gold, for all the gear, And all the lands both far and near, That ever valour lost or won, I would not wed the Earlie's son.
31. oldal - Sundays: — O you must wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — 1 would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: — they say he made a good end, — [Sings] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.