Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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2. oldal
... Rouen , rearing its triumphs of past gene- rations to the blue sky - its splendid piles of Gothic architecture , its lace - work of fretted stone . Lingering in the old streets , looking upwards with loving reverence at the time - worn ...
... Rouen , rearing its triumphs of past gene- rations to the blue sky - its splendid piles of Gothic architecture , its lace - work of fretted stone . Lingering in the old streets , looking upwards with loving reverence at the time - worn ...
4. oldal
... vague names in our ears , coming across us like the prin- cesses of fairy tales . Yet centuries ago this old city of Rouen knew them , and people talked of them , and discussed their charms , as freely as we do the court beau- 4 DOLORES .
... vague names in our ears , coming across us like the prin- cesses of fairy tales . Yet centuries ago this old city of Rouen knew them , and people talked of them , and discussed their charms , as freely as we do the court beau- 4 DOLORES .
12. oldal
... Rouen with the name of the Manchester of France . ) There are a few women , mostly of the lower grade , in white caps and aprons ( very few retain the picturesque high Norman caps and massive gold earrings ) , and a large sprinkling of ...
... Rouen with the name of the Manchester of France . ) There are a few women , mostly of the lower grade , in white caps and aprons ( very few retain the picturesque high Norman caps and massive gold earrings ) , and a large sprinkling of ...
25. oldal
... Dolores hesitated . " You have made some sketches in Rouen , Monsieur ? " she said in- terrogatively , glancing at his book . " Two or three . Would you like to see them ? " " Ah , so much . " He opened the THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 25.
... Dolores hesitated . " You have made some sketches in Rouen , Monsieur ? " she said in- terrogatively , glancing at his book . " Two or three . Would you like to see them ? " " Ah , so much . " He opened the THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 25.
27. oldal
... Rouen and don't know who Joan of Arc was ? " Dolores shook her head . " Why , the girl who saved France from us , and whom we were cowards enough to burn . " " Oh , the Pucelle d'Orléans - oh yes , THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 27.
... Rouen and don't know who Joan of Arc was ? " Dolores shook her head . " Why , the girl who saved France from us , and whom we were cowards enough to burn . " " Oh , the Pucelle d'Orléans - oh yes , THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 27.
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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.