Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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2. oldal
Bridges. day must indeed be deeply scored by pain and care . 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 quicken- ing vigour of ...
Bridges. day must indeed be deeply scored by pain and care . 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 quicken- ing vigour of ...
29. oldal
... . " Do not go away just yet , Monsieur . I never see anyone but the clergyman and old Pierre , or sometimes the doctor when Mamma is ill . " The girl's manner was so simple and natural , there THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 29.
... . " Do not go away just yet , Monsieur . I never see anyone but the clergyman and old Pierre , or sometimes the doctor when Mamma is ill . " The girl's manner was so simple and natural , there THE HILLS OF NORMANDY . 29.
30. oldal
Bridges. The girl's manner was so simple and natural , there was not a vestige of forward- ness in her frank speech , and Sir Guy , looking dowu at the pretty up - turned face , fell in love with its sweet innocence and guilelessness ...
Bridges. The girl's manner was so simple and natural , there was not a vestige of forward- ness in her frank speech , and Sir Guy , looking dowu at the pretty up - turned face , fell in love with its sweet innocence and guilelessness ...
47. oldal
... nature , sunshine , and Spring . Great china bowls stood on the tables , filled with lilies of the valley , pink hyacinths , and blue for- get - me - nots , with here and there an early rose or sprig of bright geranium . Two love ...
... nature , sunshine , and Spring . Great china bowls stood on the tables , filled with lilies of the valley , pink hyacinths , and blue for- get - me - nots , with here and there an early rose or sprig of bright geranium . Two love ...
55. oldal
... nature there slumbered a vein of passion that had never been aroused . When it was called forth , it would be sudden , strong , wilful , like a breath of hot air ; but as yet , to - day , it slumbered . To - morrow it will quicken , day ...
... nature there slumbered a vein of passion that had never been aroused . When it was called forth , it would be sudden , strong , wilful , like a breath of hot air ; but as yet , to - day , it slumbered . To - morrow it will quicken , day ...
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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.