Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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10. oldal
... head . " " Fie ! what waste ! cries Marcelline , approaching all the same , " spoiling good fruit just for a fancy . " " But they look so pretty in the vases . ' 99 Pretty - ah , bah ! and for whom ? Where are the visitors to admire ...
... head . " " Fie ! what waste ! cries Marcelline , approaching all the same , " spoiling good fruit just for a fancy . " " But they look so pretty in the vases . ' 99 Pretty - ah , bah ! and for whom ? Where are the visitors to admire ...
26. oldal
... head on one side and made a little moue that was thoroughly French . " Picturesque ! but how poor and uncomfortable ; —and the smell ! I always run through as fast as my feet will carry me . I hate all the old parts of the town , the ...
... head on one side and made a little moue that was thoroughly French . " Picturesque ! but how poor and uncomfortable ; —and the smell ! I always run through as fast as my feet will carry me . I hate all the old parts of the town , the ...
27. oldal
... " You live in Rouen and don't know who Joan of Arc was ? " Dolores shook her head . " Why , the girl who saved France from us , and whom we were cowards enough to burn . " Oh , the Pucelle d'Orléans - oh yes , of THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 27.
... " You live in Rouen and don't know who Joan of Arc was ? " Dolores shook her head . " Why , the girl who saved France from us , and whom we were cowards enough to burn . " Oh , the Pucelle d'Orléans - oh yes , of THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 27.
38. oldal
... head injured . She went briskly into the house , where Dolores sat before her untouched breakfast . " What ! you have eaten nothing , little dainty one ! -No saucisson , no sardines , no radishes , not even the petit pain sucré I Tiens ...
... head injured . She went briskly into the house , where Dolores sat before her untouched breakfast . " What ! you have eaten nothing , little dainty one ! -No saucisson , no sardines , no radishes , not even the petit pain sucré I Tiens ...
43. oldal
... imagined that her young mind would be full of curiosity concerning all those legends and traditions generally so dear to youth . But Dolores never troubled her pretty little head with vain speculations about the past , she HALCYON DAYS .
... imagined that her young mind would be full of curiosity concerning all those legends and traditions generally so dear to youth . But Dolores never troubled her pretty little head with vain speculations about the past , she HALCYON DAYS .
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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.