Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 21 találatból.
6. oldal
... arms out to each other , and pink apple blossoms thick upon the old fruit - trees that line the wide gravel walk . Some one besides you and me , reader , is looking at this Spring picture , looking with rapt eyes of keen admiration ...
... arms out to each other , and pink apple blossoms thick upon the old fruit - trees that line the wide gravel walk . Some one besides you and me , reader , is looking at this Spring picture , looking with rapt eyes of keen admiration ...
21. oldal
... arm and begins to run uphill . " Tiens , tiens ! stop , Mademoiselle Dolores , " pants Marcelline- " Mon Dieu , comme vous êtes méchante ! " Presently they arrive at the iron gate that encloses the avenue entrance to the house , and ...
... arm and begins to run uphill . " Tiens , tiens ! stop , Mademoiselle Dolores , " pants Marcelline- " Mon Dieu , comme vous êtes méchante ! " Presently they arrive at the iron gate that encloses the avenue entrance to the house , and ...
39. oldal
... be painted all in one day , petite ? " " Dear good Marcelline ! " cried the girl , jumping up and throwing her arms round the substantial form , " do let my picture be made . I will be so good , and do THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 39.
... be painted all in one day , petite ? " " Dear good Marcelline ! " cried the girl , jumping up and throwing her arms round the substantial form , " do let my picture be made . I will be so good , and do THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 39.
42. oldal
... great change came over her , she would never grow into a companion , never satisfy that craving for sympathy that a man feels who comes world - worn and weary to the caressing arms and tender heart of the woman 42 ...
... great change came over her , she would never grow into a companion , never satisfy that craving for sympathy that a man feels who comes world - worn and weary to the caressing arms and tender heart of the woman 42 ...
43. oldal
Bridges. to the caressing arms and tender heart of the woman who loves him . As yet all was shallow on the surface with Dolores ; life meant nothing more for her than was con- tained in the little outside round of daily events . She had ...
Bridges. to the caressing arms and tender heart of the woman who loves him . As yet all was shallow on the surface with Dolores ; life meant nothing more for her than was con- tained in the little outside round of daily events . She had ...
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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.