The Cottage on the Cliff: A Seaside StoryW. Burnett, 1834 |
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31. oldal
... heroine . Tem- pered by misfortune , although only in the earliest bloom of youth , she had acquired what few young persons possess - calm philoso- phy and patient mildness ; she could , therefore , endure much , without giving vent to ...
... heroine . Tem- pered by misfortune , although only in the earliest bloom of youth , she had acquired what few young persons possess - calm philoso- phy and patient mildness ; she could , therefore , endure much , without giving vent to ...
206. oldal
... heroine had learned patiently to bear , and as patiently to forbear , and to feel and pardon the faults and weaknesses of others , in order that she might be enabled to correct her own ; for without we are sensible of our own follies ...
... heroine had learned patiently to bear , and as patiently to forbear , and to feel and pardon the faults and weaknesses of others , in order that she might be enabled to correct her own ; for without we are sensible of our own follies ...
221. oldal
... heroine again to perceive a small slip of paper folded round the stalk , on which was written in characters nearly resembling those wrapped about the myrtle - tree , which had been stationed under her chamber - window some days before ...
... heroine again to perceive a small slip of paper folded round the stalk , on which was written in characters nearly resembling those wrapped about the myrtle - tree , which had been stationed under her chamber - window some days before ...
241. oldal
... heroine , than she was at all conscious the name of Lord Montague had the power of impressing there : he was nothing to her , and what was the young fisher ? -why , nothing to-- yet she felt no blush burn upon her cheek , and gently ...
... heroine , than she was at all conscious the name of Lord Montague had the power of impressing there : he was nothing to her , and what was the young fisher ? -why , nothing to-- yet she felt no blush burn upon her cheek , and gently ...
246. oldal
... heroine , who rather pitied than condemned the uncomfort- able feelings that must lodge in a bosom so prone to jealousy and envy as was that of Olive Blust , and excited against so gentle and unoffending a being as the mild and sweet ...
... heroine , who rather pitied than condemned the uncomfort- able feelings that must lodge in a bosom so prone to jealousy and envy as was that of Olive Blust , and excited against so gentle and unoffending a being as the mild and sweet ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
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.