Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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3. oldal
... dear remnants of time so long gone by - dear only from distance . As if human hearts beat then with other hopes and passions than to - day , as if we who live , and love , and suffer now , were different from those men and women dead so ...
... dear remnants of time so long gone by - dear only from distance . As if human hearts beat then with other hopes and passions than to - day , as if we who live , and love , and suffer now , were different from those men and women dead so ...
8. oldal
... you but see what I have prepared- " and Marcelline concludes her sentence with an oracular nod . " Tell me , Marcelline , what is it ? " " But come and see , Mademoiselle . " " Tell me first , dear , good Marcelline , 8 DOLORES .
... you but see what I have prepared- " and Marcelline concludes her sentence with an oracular nod . " Tell me , Marcelline , what is it ? " " But come and see , Mademoiselle . " " Tell me first , dear , good Marcelline , 8 DOLORES .
9. oldal
... had to go into the Rue Beauvoisine , and I brought one of your favourite cakes , all over chocolate and white sugar . " " " Oh , you dear Marcelline ! " cries the little maid , ecstatically , " then I will come LA CRUCHE CASSÉE . 9.
... had to go into the Rue Beauvoisine , and I brought one of your favourite cakes , all over chocolate and white sugar . " " " Oh , you dear Marcelline ! " cries the little maid , ecstatically , " then I will come LA CRUCHE CASSÉE . 9.
35. oldal
... like Mademoiselle , " Marcelline responded . She knew Paris of course ? the young man surmised . Paris ! dear beautiful Paris ! ah , how well ! D 2 Had she been in the picture galleries of the Louvre THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 35.
... like Mademoiselle , " Marcelline responded . She knew Paris of course ? the young man surmised . 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
... 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.
... 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.
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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.