Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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7. oldal
... girl with intent eyes and murmurs , " Greuze's very picture ! " The resemblance could hardly have fail- ed to strike anyone who , wandering through the galleries of the Louvre , had paused be- fore Jean Baptiste Greuze's sweet picture ...
... girl with intent eyes and murmurs , " Greuze's very picture ! " The resemblance could hardly have fail- ed to strike anyone who , wandering through the galleries of the Louvre , had paused be- fore Jean Baptiste Greuze's sweet picture ...
8. oldal
... girl . It was not love at first sight . Something quite different from that keen first emotion . which a breath may quicken into love - it was the feeling that appeals , not to heart or mind , but purely to the sense . As he watches , a ...
... girl . It was not love at first sight . Something quite different from that keen first emotion . which a breath may quicken into love - it was the feeling that appeals , not to heart or mind , but purely to the sense . As he watches , a ...
9. oldal
Bridges. " Tell me first , dear , good Marcelline , " cries the girl . " Well - then , first some bouillon . " " Oh ! it's too hot for bouillon , " and the pretty shoulders are shrugged half up to the ears . " Then some little - little ...
Bridges. " Tell me first , dear , good Marcelline , " cries the girl . " Well - then , first some bouillon . " " Oh ! it's too hot for bouillon , " and the pretty shoulders are shrugged half up to the ears . " Then some little - little ...
14. oldal
... girl . -I never will come abroad alone again , " finishes up the young man , with a prolong- yawn , " it's most confoundedly slow . " ed The next morning , after breakfast , he walks out of the hotel , book and pencil in 14 DOLORES .
... girl . -I never will come abroad alone again , " finishes up the young man , with a prolong- yawn , " it's most confoundedly slow . " ed The next morning , after breakfast , he walks out of the hotel , book and pencil in 14 DOLORES .
19. oldal
... 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 one a sense of awed ecstasy by ...
... 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 one a sense of awed ecstasy by ...
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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.