Romantic tales, by the author of 'John Halifax, gentleman'. |
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5. oldal
... hair , and bade " God bless her . " Better , I thought , that she should mourn as a friend than as a widow . - Lilias , my faithful one , was I right ? Then we talked in a quiet , ordinary way , about my journey and its arrangements ...
... hair , and bade " God bless her . " Better , I thought , that she should mourn as a friend than as a widow . - Lilias , my faithful one , was I right ? Then we talked in a quiet , ordinary way , about my journey and its arrangements ...
7. oldal
... hair wet with the dew of pas- sionate tenderness which had rained on me from those dear eyes . " Thank God , thank God , for the blessedness of love ! " was all my heart could cry . But this it did cry , day and night , in a loud pæan ...
... hair wet with the dew of pas- sionate tenderness which had rained on me from those dear eyes . " Thank God , thank God , for the blessedness of love ! " was all my heart could cry . But this it did cry , day and night , in a loud pæan ...
8. oldal
... hair . He seemed to us , in our present visionary mood , almost phantom - like in his appearance . Lilias started , and then laughed . " It is only Herr Foerster . Let us speak to him . " “ No , ” I said , for I did not like the man ...
... hair . He seemed to us , in our present visionary mood , almost phantom - like in his appearance . Lilias started , and then laughed . " It is only Herr Foerster . Let us speak to him . " “ No , ” I said , for I did not like the man ...
37. oldal
... lingered still the traces of his long warfare on earth . Yet he was a noble king to behold ; and as he sat leaning upon Excalibur , his fair hair falling on either side his broad forehead , and his limbs AVILLION ; OR , THE HAPPY ISLES .
... lingered still the traces of his long warfare on earth . Yet he was a noble king to behold ; and as he sat leaning upon Excalibur , his fair hair falling on either side his broad forehead , and his limbs AVILLION ; OR , THE HAPPY ISLES .
44. oldal
... hair stirred with life . Momently the icy shape was becoming a beautiful woman . Merlin looked , and his face was like one struggling with the death - agony . " Vivienne ! for whom I burned in such mad passion , art thou following me ...
... hair stirred with life . Momently the icy shape was becoming a beautiful woman . Merlin looked , and his face was like one struggling with the death - agony . " Vivienne ! for whom I burned in such mad passion , art thou following me ...
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Romantic Tales, by the Author of 'John Halifax, Gentleman' Dinah Maria Craik Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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Alcinous Andrea angel Ansgarius answered Antonio arms art thou Basil beautiful beheld beloved beneath blessed bosom brow Bruges calm CHARLOTTE BRONTE child Cleomenes cried dare dark daughter dear death Dioclesian divine dream earth Elisabetta Elisabetta Sirani Erotion Eryx eyes face father fear feet felt Galerius gaze girl glorious glory grew Haarlem hand happy heard heart heaven Helys Heremon Herman Hermolin Hialmar Hilda holy human Hyas Hyldreda Hymettus Irenæus Isilda Ith-Einar kissed knew land Leuthold lifted light Lilias lips looked Lucia Lycaon Mæsa maiden Malvasia Melidori mingled mother murmured never night noble Odin Olof once pale Parrhasius passed peace Philota poor prayers priestess seemed shadow silence smile sorrow soul Sphakia spirit spoke stood strange Stratonice sweet Taurica thine thou art thou hast thought tone trembled Tristan Ulva uttered voice Waldhof wandered wife wild woman words young youth Zeuxis
Népszerű szakaszok
37. oldal - For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
136. oldal - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory!
173. oldal - O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, Let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice ; For sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
85. oldal - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
117. oldal - Lives of great men all remind us "We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
112. oldal - THE high mass of Easter was being celebrated in Haarlem Cathedral. The deep-toned organ poured forth its volume of sound, the censers gave out their incense, and the priests murmured the low monotonous prayers of a religion whose mysterious beauty appeals to the heart, more than to the understanding.
142. oldal - If there be one who need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, It is the man of mirth. My days, my friend, are almost gone; My life has been approved, And many love me ; but by none Am I enough beloved.