Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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1. oldal
... leaves . How fair sweet mother earth looks , how joyous , how beaming , in the perennial youth that comes to her alone ! The heart which feels no responsive throb to her brightness this VOL . I. B day must indeed be deeply scored by ...
... leaves . How fair sweet mother earth looks , how joyous , how beaming , in the perennial youth that comes to her alone ! The heart which feels no responsive throb to her brightness this VOL . I. B day must indeed be deeply scored by ...
26. oldal
Bridges. " Ah , so much . " He opened the leaves at his last sketch . " That is the Rue Eau de Robec , that we came through just now ; I know , " cried the girl , clapping her hands . " Ah , Monsieur , what could you see to draw in that ...
Bridges. " Ah , so much . " He opened the leaves at his last sketch . " That is the Rue Eau de Robec , that we came through just now ; I know , " cried the girl , clapping her hands . " Ah , Monsieur , what could you see to draw in that ...
30. oldal
... me . Monsieur will not leave the garden before having made his sketch . " And she rose from the bank , made him a graceful little curtsey , and tripped off into the house . " So you have chosen to come in at last 30 DOLORES .
... me . Monsieur will not leave the garden before having made his sketch . " And she rose from the bank , made him a graceful little curtsey , and tripped off into the house . " So you have chosen to come in at last 30 DOLORES .
37. oldal
... house . Sir Guy looked thoughtful . " These Frenchwomen are not to be trusted , " he said to himself . " I daresay the mother thought she was leaving that pretty child in safe hands when she went away , THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 37.
... house . Sir Guy looked thoughtful . " These Frenchwomen are not to be trusted , " he said to himself . " I daresay the mother thought she was leaving that pretty child in safe hands when she went away , THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 37.
40. oldal
... the face he wants , and then he can fill in a satin or velvet gown to his fancy , " answered Marcelline , thoughtfully . " Go and ask him , " and the woman went out , leaving Dolores in a state of troubled uncertainty 40 DOLORES .
... the face he wants , and then he can fill in a satin or velvet gown to his fancy , " answered Marcelline , thoughtfully . " Go and ask him , " and the woman went out , leaving Dolores in a state of troubled uncertainty 40 DOLORES .
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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.