A Cry of YouthD. Appleton, 1920 - 360 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 59 találatból.
8. oldal
... stone and flung it at the ruins with the words - Cattivo Nerone ! " As he raised his arm , the loose sleeve of his habit fell away , and Margaret could see that it was strong and sym- metrical . Taking the rose from his mouth he smiled ...
... stone and flung it at the ruins with the words - Cattivo Nerone ! " As he raised his arm , the loose sleeve of his habit fell away , and Margaret could see that it was strong and sym- metrical . Taking the rose from his mouth he smiled ...
17. oldal
... stone pavement within , and the door was opened wide enough for to see a big , burly brother in the same brown habit . The old monk said something to him which she could not understand ; then telling her to wait he passed in , and the ...
... stone pavement within , and the door was opened wide enough for to see a big , burly brother in the same brown habit . The old monk said something to him which she could not understand ; then telling her to wait he passed in , and the ...
19. oldal
... stones so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his body . Crossing himself he rose . Margaret did likewise . " It was kind of you to pray that I might soon speak Italian , " she said . " I have studied it very hard lately and ...
... stones so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his body . Crossing himself he rose . Margaret did likewise . " It was kind of you to pray that I might soon speak Italian , " she said . " I have studied it very hard lately and ...
32. oldal
... stones of the dark chapel and she thought of what Donna Bianca had told her of his being tricked out of his inheritance . At that moment she looked up and met the gaze of the blond artist full upon her , but almost immediately he turned ...
... stones of the dark chapel and she thought of what Donna Bianca had told her of his being tricked out of his inheritance . At that moment she looked up and met the gaze of the blond artist full upon her , but almost immediately he turned ...
40. oldal
... stone bench to engage in another task . There was a real breath of spring in the air , and pansies near by had blossomed forth , big and velvety . On the bench beside him was a heavy altar missal . The book was old and dilapidated ; a ...
... stone bench to engage in another task . There was a real breath of spring in the air , and pansies near by had blossomed forth , big and velvety . On the bench beside him was a heavy altar missal . The book was old and dilapidated ; a ...
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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
Népszerű szakaszok
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.