Dolores, by mrs. Forrester, 1. kötet1875 |
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6 - 10 találat összesen 17 találatból.
15. oldal
Bridges. walks out of the hotel , book and pencil in hand , and takes his way up the town with the view of making a sketch of the Rue Eau de Robec , that had pleased his fancy the previous day . " I must make friends with the abori ...
Bridges. walks out of the hotel , book and pencil in hand , and takes his way up the town with the view of making a sketch of the Rue Eau de Robec , that had pleased his fancy the previous day . " I must make friends with the abori ...
18. oldal
... walking briskly , and he follows at a little distance , not wishing to attract their attention . Presently they turn up towards the church of St. Ouen , Sir Guy still pur- suing . They pass the splendid pile with- out even 18 DOLORES .
... walking briskly , and he follows at a little distance , not wishing to attract their attention . Presently they turn up towards the church of St. Ouen , Sir Guy still pur- suing . They pass the splendid pile with- out even 18 DOLORES .
19. oldal
... walking up between those grand columns that give one a sense of awed ecstasy by the majesty of their perfection he sees the girl's form , half hidden by a pillar , gazing up with rapt blue eyes at the gorgeous rose - window above the ...
... walking up between those grand columns that give one a sense of awed ecstasy by the majesty of their perfection he sees the girl's form , half hidden by a pillar , gazing up with rapt blue eyes at the gorgeous rose - window above the ...
27. oldal
... walking about . " " And do you go often to the churches ? " " Sometimes on a saint's day , when Mar- celline wants to say her prayers . " " Don't you think them very beautiful ? " A little French shrug of the pretty shoul- ders was the ...
... walking about . " " And do you go often to the churches ? " " Sometimes on a saint's day , when Mar- celline wants to say her prayers . " " Don't you think them very beautiful ? " A little French shrug of the pretty shoul- ders was the ...
43. oldal
... walk on the quay , a saunter past the shops , a new dress or ribbon , a cake from the confectioner's , these were Dolores's as- pirations , Dolores's pleasures , beyond which she had no formed thoughts or ideas . Liv- ing in an ancient ...
... walk on the quay , a saunter past the shops , a new dress or ribbon , a cake from the confectioner's , these were Dolores's as- pirations , Dolores's pleasures , beyond which she had no formed thoughts or ideas . Liv- ing in an ancient ...
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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.