Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 30 találatból.
6. oldal
... voice , " Marcel- line . " An old - fashioned French garden , not too well kept , and yet not straggling nor un- tidy a garden over which this April after- noon the very sweetest , softest winds of Heaven are playing . There are great ...
... voice , " Marcel- line . " An old - fashioned French garden , not too well kept , and yet not straggling nor un- tidy a garden over which this April after- noon the very sweetest , softest winds of Heaven are playing . There are great ...
20. oldal
... voice- " we shall not be home to- day , and the sun burns like August . ” " Ah , yes , " grumbles the older woman , stopping to pant out her words— “ you young people think of nothing but your- selves . Once I too could bound up hill ...
... voice- " we shall not be home to- day , and the sun burns like August . ” " Ah , yes , " grumbles the older woman , stopping to pant out her words— “ you young people think of nothing but your- selves . Once I too could bound up hill ...
66. oldal
... voice . " If for the hateful gold I should have sold the child's happiness ! What is it , my angel ? ” she said softly , coming a little nearer to the stricken form . " What ails thee , chérie ? " and she stooped down and tried to take ...
... voice . " If for the hateful gold I should have sold the child's happiness ! What is it , my angel ? ” she said softly , coming a little nearer to the stricken form . " What ails thee , chérie ? " and she stooped down and tried to take ...
68. oldal
... voice . " Paris is not so far . " " How far ? " " Two hours and half by the grande vi- tesse ; Madame Lescaut told me last week . " And then there was silence again , only broken by the child's intermittent sobs , coming like the last ...
... voice . " Paris is not so far . " " How far ? " " Two hours and half by the grande vi- tesse ; Madame Lescaut told me last week . " And then there was silence again , only broken by the child's intermittent sobs , coming like the last ...
72. oldal
... voice as she spoke the words half aloud . Should she write and leave a letter to say what she had done ? No ! for once , a long time ago , she had read in a book how a young girl had left her home and pinned a letter of farewell on the ...
... voice as she spoke the words half aloud . Should she write and leave a letter to say what she had done ? No ! for once , a long time ago , she had read in a book how a young girl had left her home and pinned a letter of farewell on the ...
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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.