Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet |
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6. oldal
... fleurs - de - lis , growing in rows over thick borders of heavenblue forget - me -
nots , espalier pear - trees , stretching their long arms out to each other , and pink
apple blossoms thick upon the old fruit - trees that line the wide gravel walk .
... fleurs - de - lis , growing in rows over thick borders of heavenblue forget - me -
nots , espalier pear - trees , stretching their long arms out to each other , and pink
apple blossoms thick upon the old fruit - trees that line the wide gravel walk .
11. oldal
Nevertheless she picks the desired cluster , and then the two walk back into the
house and are lost to view . The watcher turns away with a sense of
disappointment ; he could have looked a great deal longer at the pretty picture .
He saunters ...
Nevertheless she picks the desired cluster , and then the two walk back into the
house and are lost to view . The watcher turns away with a sense of
disappointment ; he could have looked a great deal longer at the pretty picture .
He saunters ...
12. oldal
Crowds of men are promenading the broad walk under the trees , enjoying the
relaxation from business , and yet not able to forget the commercial incidents of
the day . You could not mistake them for anything but brokers and merchants —
that ...
Crowds of men are promenading the broad walk under the trees , enjoying the
relaxation from business , and yet not able to forget the commercial incidents of
the day . You could not mistake them for anything but brokers and merchants —
that ...
43. oldal
A walk on the quay , a saunter past the shops , a new dress or ribbon , a cake
from the confectioner ' s , these were Dolores ' s aspirations , Dolores ' s
pleasures , beyond which she had no formed thoughts or ideas . Living in an
ancient city ...
A walk on the quay , a saunter past the shops , a new dress or ribbon , a cake
from the confectioner ' s , these were Dolores ' s aspirations , Dolores ' s
pleasures , beyond which she had no formed thoughts or ideas . Living in an
ancient city ...
68. oldal
Hush , little one , ” said Marcelline at last , putting her finger to her lips as steps
were heard along the gravel walk , “ here comes Jeanneton , and she is curious ,
like all the deaf . Do not let her see you , I pray . ” Dolores rose with a bound , and
...
Hush , little one , ” said Marcelline at last , putting her finger to her lips as steps
were heard along the gravel walk , “ here comes Jeanneton , and she is curious ,
like all the deaf . Do not let her see you , I pray . ” Dolores rose with a bound , and
...
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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 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 seen 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.