Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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6 - 10 találat összesen 31 találatból.
45. oldal
... half curiosity , tripped after the old beadle to ask him a question now and then , looked indifferently at the pictures , cast longer glances at the magnificent stained windows , listened with a yawn to his eulogiums on the carving of ...
... half curiosity , tripped after the old beadle to ask him a question now and then , looked indifferently at the pictures , cast longer glances at the magnificent stained windows , listened with a yawn to his eulogiums on the carving of ...
54. oldal
... his memory . Dolores stood watching him until he was out of sight ; then she locked the gate , and sat down on the green bank , her eyes half closed , her lips parted . It might have been a day - dream with some girls , but 54 DOLORES .
... his memory . Dolores stood watching him until he was out of sight ; then she locked the gate , and sat down on the green bank , her eyes half closed , her lips parted . It might have been a day - dream with some girls , but 54 DOLORES .
68. oldal
... 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 thunder - claps in a storm . " Hush , little one , " said ...
... 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 thunder - claps in a storm . " Hush , little one , " said ...
72. oldal
... 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 pincushion ; and through it ...
... 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 pincushion ; and through it ...
85. oldal
... half- brother , Captain Adrian Charteris , to join him , if he had nothing better to do . Breakfast over the next morning , he lights a cigar , and strolls out into the Rue de la Paix , thinking a good deal more of the pretty blue ...
... half- brother , Captain Adrian Charteris , to join him , if he had nothing better to do . Breakfast over the next morning , he lights a cigar , and strolls out into the Rue de la Paix , thinking a good deal more of the pretty blue ...
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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.