Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 31 találatból.
8. oldal
... door . " Come in , Mademoiselle ! " she calls . " Your dinner is served . " " But I am not hungry , Marcelline . " แ Ah ça ! but one must eat even if one isn't hungry , petite ; and when you but see what I have prepared- " and ...
... door . " Come in , Mademoiselle ! " she calls . " Your dinner is served . " " But I am not hungry , Marcelline . " แ Ah ça ! but one must eat even if one isn't hungry , petite ; and when you but see what I have prepared- " and ...
15. oldal
... door- way , " he reflects , " or else I shall be the centre of attraction to all the children I saw playing in the gutter yesterday , or , worse still , those witch - like old women . I wonder why the old women abroad are so infernally ...
... door- way , " he reflects , " or else I shall be the centre of attraction to all the children I saw playing in the gutter yesterday , or , worse still , those witch - like old women . I wonder why the old women abroad are so infernally ...
16. oldal
... tanyards it has passed on its slugglish way , with sombre tints from the great dyeing places . Every house has its bridge to the street , and here and there ums . are little worm - eaten wooden doors cut in the 16 DOLORES .
... tanyards it has passed on its slugglish way , with sombre tints from the great dyeing places . Every house has its bridge to the street , and here and there ums . are little worm - eaten wooden doors cut in the 16 DOLORES .
17. oldal
Bridges. are little worm - eaten wooden doors cut in the wall just above the water , out of which one could well fancy some inconvenient existence being thrust to eternity on a dark night , and no one the wiser . A stifled cry , a splash ...
Bridges. are little worm - eaten wooden doors cut in the wall just above the water , out of which one could well fancy some inconvenient existence being thrust to eternity on a dark night , and no one the wiser . A stifled cry , a splash ...
19. oldal
... door that has closed upon the girl ; he has not the ef- frontery some men possess in pursuing and staring offensively at a pretty woman . When he enters , the pair are not visible , but walking up between those grand columns that give ...
... door that has closed upon the girl ; he has not the ef- frontery some men possess in pursuing and staring offensively at a pretty woman . When he enters , the pair are not visible , but walking up between those grand columns that give ...
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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.