A Cry of YouthD. Appleton, 1920 - 360 oldal |
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... seemed nothing for her to do except write a few letters for " Madame , " arrange the flowers , pour tea in the afternoons , and start the French conversation at the table . She was constantly told that she was costing more than her ...
... seemed nothing for her to do except write a few letters for " Madame , " arrange the flowers , pour tea in the afternoons , and start the French conversation at the table . She was constantly told that she was costing more than her ...
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... seemed deserted ; there was not a sign of life any- where . Margaret felt as if she had left the world far away , and while she enjoyed the artistic beauty of it , there was a sense of dreadful loneliness . How she would have liked a ...
... seemed deserted ; there was not a sign of life any- where . Margaret felt as if she had left the world far away , and while she enjoyed the artistic beauty of it , there was a sense of dreadful loneliness . How she would have liked a ...
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... seemed flooded with a daz- zling , supernatural light . She closed her eyes to let the won- drous , novel sensation fill her soul ; then the singing of the choir ceased , and all was still . Suddenly from the seven hills of the old ...
... seemed flooded with a daz- zling , supernatural light . She closed her eyes to let the won- drous , novel sensation fill her soul ; then the singing of the choir ceased , and all was still . Suddenly from the seven hills of the old ...
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... seemed , and there was almost nothing left for his widow and two little daughters . The sisters were taken from their fashionable school , and there were years of cheap flats , shabby clothes , and summers in town . " " Their mother ...
... seemed , and there was almost nothing left for his widow and two little daughters . The sisters were taken from their fashionable school , and there were years of cheap flats , shabby clothes , and summers in town . " " Their mother ...
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... seemed to find the ascent difficult , for he paused now and then to take breath . The last turning brought them to the long avenue of eucalyptus trees and the Stations of the Cross , and at the top the path ended in front of the old ...
... seemed to find the ascent difficult , for he paused now and then to take breath . The last turning brought them to the long avenue of eucalyptus trees and the Stations of the Cross , and at the top the path ended in front of the old ...
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afternoon Amore Amore mio answered Arch of Titus arms artist asked baby beautiful Belmonte Beppo carissima Carlotta castle cedar room child Clemente Colosseum Contessa Cousin Cornelia cried dark dear Donna Bianca Donna Lorina door dwarf exclaimed eyes face father Fauvel Felice Estori felt Ferruccio floor Franciscan Frascati Genoa gherita Giacinta girl gone habit hand happy heard heart Italian Italy knew Kotrell lady Leone Leone Belmonte letter Lisa live looked Madame Tardieu Mademoiselle Margaret Margherita marriage Meurice monastery monk mother never once opened Perugia Piazza Venezia poor Randolph replied Rocca Serrata Rome rose ruins Scotti seemed Signora Signorina smile speak stone stood stopped sweet talk tell thee thing thou thought to-day told took turned Umbria wait walked wall watched window wish woman young youth
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196. oldal - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
354. oldal - From the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
152. oldal - And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me: but whoso shall cause one of these little ones that believe on me to stumble, it is profitable for him that a great millstone should be hanged about his neck, and that he should be sunk in the depth of the sea.
109. oldal - Farewell ! These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel ; I only know we loved in vain — I only feel — Farewell ! — Farewell ! 1808.
153. oldal - But he that shall scandalize one of these little ones that believe in me, it were better for him that a mill-stone should be hanged about his neck, and that he should be drowned in the depth of the sea.
267. oldal - Thus, on the chill Lapponian's dreary land, For many a long month lost in snow profound, When Sol from Cancer sends the...
114. oldal - What I love best in all the world Is a castle, precipice-encurled. In a gash of the wind-grieved Apennine. Or look for me, old fellow of mine (If I get my head from out the mouth O' the grave, and loose my spirit's bands.
13. oldal - I with mind unruffled Did simply say, ' I do not understand/ "Life is a game of whist; from unseen .sources The cards are shuffled and the hands are dealt. Vain are our efforts to control the forces, Which, though unseen, are no less strongly felt. " I do not like the way the cards are shuffled, But still I like the game and want to play A And through the long, long night with mind unruffled, Play what I get until the dawn of day.
1. oldal - HE was a boy when first we met ; His eyes were mixed of dew and fire, And on his candid brow was set The sweetness of a chaste desire : But in his veins the pulses beat Of passion, waiting for its wing, As ardent veins of summer heat Throb through the innocence of spring.
301. oldal - CUP LIFE'S richest cup is Love's to fill — Who drinks, if deep the draught shall be, Knows all the rapture of the hill Blent with the heart-break of the sea.