My Heroine: A StoryD. Appleton & Company, 1871 - 99 oldal |
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... painful intensity upon that beautiful face - for beautiful it was . A cherub face , perfect in out- line , angelic in expression ; illness had altered only to beautify ; and when the heavy slumber , in which I found the child , changed ...
... painful intensity upon that beautiful face - for beautiful it was . A cherub face , perfect in out- line , angelic in expression ; illness had altered only to beautify ; and when the heavy slumber , in which I found the child , changed ...
17. oldal
... pains , and has been half an hour lon- ger than usual ; so I hope my hair will please you to - day . " still the ... painful blush on that fair cheek . Other men might have found some- thing light and witty to say upon the occasion , or ...
... pains , and has been half an hour lon- ger than usual ; so I hope my hair will please you to - day . " still the ... painful blush on that fair cheek . Other men might have found some- thing light and witty to say upon the occasion , or ...
18. oldal
... 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 . " " The voice which repcated these simple ...
... 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 . " " The voice which repcated these simple ...
20. oldal
... pain you ; " and the eyes had softened , and were looking into hers with all the winning fascination of which they were capable . Suddenly they lighted into a rare and fitful smile . a smile which grew tender , and then sad , and then ...
... pain you ; " and the eyes had softened , and were looking into hers with all the winning fascination of which they were capable . Suddenly they lighted into a rare and fitful smile . a smile which grew tender , and then sad , and then ...
27. oldal
... painful was the expression on her face , that almost all its girlish beauty had faded for the time , so prematurely old and anxious did she look . I had seen brides nervous , conscious , flurried , tearful . Geraldine was none of these ...
... painful was the expression on her face , that almost all its girlish beauty had faded for the time , so prematurely old and anxious did she look . I had seen brides nervous , conscious , flurried , tearful . Geraldine was none of these ...
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admiration aldine answer Arthur l'Estrange artist baby bear beauty better bless child chivalry cold Colo Colonel de Tabley Colonel Tre Colonel Trevel Colonel Trevelyan color daugh dear death dine dream duchess eyes face father fear feel felt gentle Geral Geraldine Geraldine's girlish give gone Grosvenor Square hand happy haughty heart Hebe heroine hope husband innocent Israelites kind knew l'Es l'Estrange's Lady St laugh leave less light lips lived London LONG ISLAND CITY looked Lord Devereux Mamma marriage married Miriam Lisle morning mother nature nel Trevelyan never once pain passion picture poor little prayed pretty seemed seen sitting smile sorrow speak spoke suffered sure sweet Tabernacle talk tell tender thing thought tion told trange turned uncon velyan Vincent voice walked weary wife wish woman women wonder young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
90. oldal - Behold, I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee into the place which I have prepared. Beware of him, and obey his voice, provoke him not ; for he will not pardon your transgressions : for my name is in him.
99. oldal - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
89. oldal - For the cloud of the LORD was upon the tabernacle by day, and fire was on it by night, in the sight of all the house of Israel, throughout all their journeys.
44. oldal - Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
45. oldal - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
93. oldal - THE peace of God, which passeth all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God, and of His Son Jesus Christ our Lord : And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, be amongst you and remain with you always.
88. oldal - For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his tabernacle : yea, in the secret place of his dwelling shall he hide me, and set me up upon a rock of stone.
91. oldal - But Jesus said unto them, Ye know not what ye ask: can ye drink of the cup that I drink of? and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with?
97. oldal - Give him strength against all his temptations, and heal all his distempers. Break not the bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax. Shut not up thy tender mercies in displeasure ; but make him to hear of joy and gladness, that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice. Deliver him from fear of the enemy, and lift up the light of thy countenance upon him, and give him peace, through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ our Lord.
18. 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.