Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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3. oldal
... Paris ; and one haunts over and over again the old - fashioned , ill - paved streets , with their tumble - down houses nodding across the narrow way to each other ; the venerable trophies of dead men's hands , blackened , worn , half ...
... Paris ; and one haunts over and over again the old - fashioned , ill - paved streets , with their tumble - down houses nodding across the narrow way to each other ; the venerable trophies of dead men's hands , blackened , worn , half ...
35. oldal
... Paris ! dear beautiful Paris ! ah , how well ! D 2 Had she been in the picture galleries of the Louvre THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 35.
... Paris ! dear beautiful Paris ! ah , how well ! D 2 Had she been in the picture galleries of the Louvre THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 35.
39. oldal
Bridges. " He said you were like a picture in the Louvre in Paris , and he would like to paint you . " 66 Oh , Marcelline ! " and the girl's colour " Did he say so ? " came and went . " Yes ; but of course I said it was im- possible ...
Bridges. " He said you were like a picture in the Louvre in Paris , and he would like to paint you . " 66 Oh , Marcelline ! " and the girl's colour " Did he say so ? " came and went . " Yes ; but of course I said it was im- possible ...
50. oldal
... here thirteen years ago , she has never been away from Rouen a day until now . " " Then you have never been in Paris either ? " " Ah ! no , Monsieur , " and Dolores sigh- ed . " Is it not beautiful ? Marcelline tells 50 DOLORES .
... here thirteen years ago , she has never been away from Rouen a day until now . " " Then you have never been in Paris either ? " " Ah ! no , Monsieur , " and Dolores sigh- ed . " Is it not beautiful ? Marcelline tells 50 DOLORES .
65. oldal
... Paris , and start to - night . I have to thank you a thousand times for your kindness and patience in sitting so long to me , and be as- sured that I shall not soon forget the fort- night in Rouen which you have made so pleasant for me ...
... Paris , and start to - night . I have to thank you a thousand times for your kindness and patience in sitting so long to me , and be as- sured that I shall not soon forget the fort- night in Rouen which you have made so pleasant for me ...
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Adrian amused answers asked awfully barouche beautiful believe bitter blue blushing Bon Secours bright Captain Charteris celline Charles Vivian charming china bowl cigar Colonel Brooke colour comes course Craven cried Dolores cruel daresay dear dear boy Dieu dinner door dress eyes face fancy fellow French poodle friends George Thornton Georgy girl glad glance gone Good-bye good-looking Guy Wentworth Guy's half hand handsome happy hate hear heart hour innocent Jeanneton Joan of Arc lady laughs look Louvre Madame Mademoiselle Marcelline Marcelline's marry Milly Scarlett mind Monsieur never night pain Palais Royal Paris passion perhaps picture pleasant poor little pretty pretty woman quay Rouen says Guy seems Sir Guy smil smiling street sweet tears tell thing Thornton thought to-day to-morrow turned voice walk woman women wonder word young
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277. oldal - And over all old things and all things dear. She loves not you nor me as all we love her. Yea, though we sang as angels in her ear, She would not hear. Let us rise up and part; she will not know. Let us go seaward as the great winds go, Full of blown sand and foam; what help is...
178. oldal - Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain ; And sweet is death who puts an end to pain : I know not which is sweeter, no, not I. " Love, art thou sweet ? then bitter death must be: Love, thou art bitter ; sweet is death to me. O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die.
10. oldal - I PLUCKED pink blossoms from mine apple tree And wore them all that evening in my hair : Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there. With dangling basket all along the grass As I had come I went the selfsame track : My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass So empty-handed back. Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by, Their heaped-up basket teazed me like a jeer ; Sweet-voiced...
285. oldal - Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse," It Is true, but his property nevertheless.
2. oldal - All nature is awake ; soft scent of flowers, sweet song of birds fill the air, not with the drowsy lulling languor of Summer time, but with the keen quickening vigour of awakening life and energy.