Romantic tales, by the author of 'John Halifax, gentleman'. |
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3. oldal
... head in the dust there , and not on the pure , faithful bosom of my Lilias Hay ! I groaned aloud ; I writhed in my anguish . Life and youth were yet strong within me . I could not die . Some- times I resolved at all hazards to tell ...
... head in the dust there , and not on the pure , faithful bosom of my Lilias Hay ! I groaned aloud ; I writhed in my anguish . Life and youth were yet strong within me . I could not die . Some- times I resolved at all hazards to tell ...
4. oldal
... yearned to lay my cheek on the dear hand I held , and pray her to take my poor dying head to her bosom , and let my last breath utter the life - long love which on earth might never be fulfilled . But I uttered it not . 4 ROMANTIC TALES .
... yearned to lay my cheek on the dear hand I held , and pray her to take my poor dying head to her bosom , and let my last breath utter the life - long love which on earth might never be fulfilled . But I uttered it not . 4 ROMANTIC TALES .
5. oldal
... head on her shoulder . My lips asked feebly and blindly for the holy seal of troth - plight . I felt it - the first pure kiss of Lilias Hay ; and then I felt no more , but sank into a swoon of joy . It lasted not long ; for with ...
... head on her shoulder . My lips asked feebly and blindly for the holy seal of troth - plight . I felt it - the first pure kiss of Lilias Hay ; and then I felt no more , but sank into a swoon of joy . It lasted not long ; for with ...
7. oldal
... head with a mock reproof , and say , we ought to be ashamed of ourselves - we , burthened between us with the conjoined weight of nearly fifty years . She was so happy , that she even used to sport with me , sometimes jesting about my ...
... head with a mock reproof , and say , we ought to be ashamed of ourselves - we , burthened between us with the conjoined weight of nearly fifty years . She was so happy , that she even used to sport with me , sometimes jesting about my ...
9. oldal
... head with a half - scornful smile , " I seek nothing so vague as that I have no wish to die . Perhaps " -and his voice grew mysterious " Perhaps I never may die . " : My wife crept nearer to me , and gazed earnestly on the man whom I ...
... head with a half - scornful smile , " I seek nothing so vague as that I have no wish to die . Perhaps " -and his voice grew mysterious " Perhaps I never may die . " : My wife crept nearer to me , and gazed earnestly on the man whom I ...
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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
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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.