Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 14 találatból.
3. oldal
... town - from the gay boule- vards , the clean commodious stone houses that look so solidly and unpicturesquely comfortable , from the rows of tempting shops , reminding one of a miniature Paris ; and one haunts over and over again the ...
... town - from the gay boule- vards , the clean commodious stone houses that look so solidly and unpicturesquely comfortable , from the rows of tempting shops , reminding one of a miniature Paris ; and one haunts over and over again the ...
5. oldal
... town of Normandy ! I am going to tell all you who care to hear it a simple story of a little childish , innocent maiden , who has no part nor parcel in royalty or grandeur , who knows nothing of statecraft , or ambition , or despair ...
... town of Normandy ! I am going to tell all you who care to hear it a simple story of a little childish , innocent maiden , who has no part nor parcel in royalty or grandeur , who knows nothing of statecraft , or ambition , or despair ...
7. oldal
Bridges. glass , of old histories and memories and relics , has left the town and wandered up the the Rue d'Ernemont to the Barrière , to breathe the fresh air blowing over the hills of Normandy , and watch the fair landscape lying so ...
Bridges. glass , of old histories and memories and relics , has left the town and wandered up the the Rue d'Ernemont to the Barrière , to breathe the fresh air blowing over the hills of Normandy , and watch the fair landscape lying so ...
13. oldal
... town . Then he walks to the massive stone bridge to see the statue of Corneille , and looks down towards the green islands in the Seine , and the pretty country beyond . Women pass him with their baskets of live poultry . Numbers of ...
... town . Then he walks to the massive stone bridge to see the statue of Corneille , and looks down towards the green islands in the Seine , and the pretty country beyond . Women pass him with their baskets of live poultry . Numbers of ...
15. oldal
... town with the view of making a sketch of the Rue Eau de Robec , that had pleased his fancy the previous day . " I must make friends with the abori- gines , and get them to let me sit in a door- way , " he reflects , " or else I shall be ...
... town with the view of making a sketch of the Rue Eau de Robec , that had pleased his fancy the previous day . " I must make friends with the abori- gines , and get them to let me sit in a door- way , " he reflects , " or else I shall be ...
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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
Népszerű szakaszok
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.