Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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3. oldal
... 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 long ago . More refinement ...
... 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 long ago . More refinement ...
4. oldal
... gone past as a present ! to think that cen- turies back was once to - day , to close one's eyes and see in fancy the vast multitude thronging to witness the meeting of Henry and Francis , as a few years ago one looked upon the sea of ...
... gone past as a present ! to think that cen- turies back was once to - day , to close one's eyes and see in fancy the vast multitude thronging to witness the meeting of Henry and Francis , as a few years ago one looked upon the sea of ...
41. oldal
... gone , Mademoiselle . " " Gone ! " and big tears gathered in the childish blue eyes , as Dolores saw her worst fears realised . " Silly child ! he is only gone to fetch his portfolio . He had nothing large enough to paint you on . He ...
... gone , Mademoiselle . " " Gone ! " and big tears gathered in the childish blue eyes , as Dolores saw her worst fears realised . " Silly child ! he is only gone to fetch his portfolio . He had nothing large enough to paint you on . He ...
44. oldal
... gone fifty times through the Place de la Pucelle without wanting to know who Joan of Arc was , or what she did for France , or why she was burnt . It did not interest her in the least that Corneille or Fontenelle were born in Rouen ...
... gone fifty times through the Place de la Pucelle without wanting to know who Joan of Arc was , or what she did for France , or why she was burnt . It did not interest her in the least that Corneille or Fontenelle were born in Rouen ...
56. oldal
... gate an hour before the time to watch for Sir Guy , she would wrinkle her forehead and smoothe her apron uneasily , saying un- der her breath , " Mon Dieu ! what will become of the little one when he is gone ! " When Do- 56 DOLORES .
... gate an hour before the time to watch for Sir Guy , she would wrinkle her forehead and smoothe her apron uneasily , saying un- der her breath , " Mon Dieu ! what will become of the little one when he is gone ! " When Do- 56 DOLORES .
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amused answers arms asked beautiful believe better blue bright called charming child comes course Craven cried dear dinner Dolores don't door dress English eyes face fair fancy feels fellow felt friends girl give glad glance gone half hand happy hate head hear heard heart hour kind knew lady laughs least leave live look Mademoiselle Marcelline marry mean meet Milly mind Monsieur morning nature never night once pain Paris passion perhaps picture poor poor little present pretty Rouen says Scarlett seems Sir Guy smiling sometimes speaking stand stay stop street suppose sure sweet talk tears tell thanks thing thought thousand took town turned Vivian voice walk wife wish woman women wonder 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.