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Página 95
Annie had to be introduced — Annie , who , flushed , squeezed , and scarcely
able to turn her head , so tightly had Le Gracieux tied and twisted her hair , had
never felt so wretched , nor looked so awkward . “ Assez jolie mais très - gauche
...
Annie had to be introduced — Annie , who , flushed , squeezed , and scarcely
able to turn her head , so tightly had Le Gracieux tied and twisted her hair , had
never felt so wretched , nor looked so awkward . “ Assez jolie mais très - gauche
...
Página 228
The glass still reflected them as they stood together — the proud face and tall
form of the aristocrat with an hyperion fabric on his head , either natural or
artificial , and the white thin hand on Riskwell ' s round short arm - all this ,
contrasted with ...
The glass still reflected them as they stood together — the proud face and tall
form of the aristocrat with an hyperion fabric on his head , either natural or
artificial , and the white thin hand on Riskwell ' s round short arm - all this ,
contrasted with ...
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Julian and Augusta often replied at random ; Annie cried when questioned ; and
Mrs . Lindsay , remarking that you couldn ' t put an old head on young shoulders ,
proved at the same time that one cannot put a young head on old ones ; for ...
Julian and Augusta often replied at random ; Annie cried when questioned ; and
Mrs . Lindsay , remarking that you couldn ' t put an old head on young shoulders ,
proved at the same time that one cannot put a young head on old ones ; for ...
Página 196
... ingenuity to devise new remedies ; in vain he tried brandy , and laudanum ,
and creosote , and oil of cloves , and put burning poultices inside his mouth , and
applied scalding fomentations outside , and wrapped his face and head in flannel
.
... ingenuity to devise new remedies ; in vain he tried brandy , and laudanum ,
and creosote , and oil of cloves , and put burning poultices inside his mouth , and
applied scalding fomentations outside , and wrapped his face and head in flannel
.
Página 245
She prophecied he would " bring on the bleeding o ' his leg again , for his head
was na ' that strong , and , as Mr . Jobb was na ' at hond , he ' d , maybe , be
carried off at short notice , and na ' great loss either . ” Poor Miss Tibby ! had she ...
She prophecied he would " bring on the bleeding o ' his leg again , for his head
was na ' that strong , and , as Mr . Jobb was na ' at hond , he ' d , maybe , be
carried off at short notice , and na ' great loss either . ” Poor Miss Tibby ! had she ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
admiration affection Annie appeared asked Augusta Babie beauty called carriage cause CHAPTER cheeks course cousin daughter dear devotion Donald dress Ellen eyes face fancy fashionable father fear feel felt Fitzcribb fortune girl give Grizzy Grunter hair half hand happy head hear heard heart History honour hope hour Jobb Julian kind knew lady leave letter light Lindsay London looked Lord manner match mean mind Miss Tibby morning mother never night offer once pale party passed perhaps Philosophy poor present pride proud ready ruined seemed seen Sir Peter sister smile soon sure sweet tears tell thing thought took turned Villeneuve vols watch weel wish woman young Zelie
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Página 46 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring, To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Página 222 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth ? Curse on his...
Página 46 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Página 247 - MY birth-day" — what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears ! And how, each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears ! When first our scanty years are told, It seems like pastime to grow old ; And, as Youth counts the shining links. That Time around him binds so fast, Pleased with the task, he little thinks How hard that chain will press at last. Vain was the man, and false as vain, Who said* — "were he ordain'd to run " His long career of life again, . " He...
Página 143 - Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train — Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
Página 182 - The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And oh! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Página 254 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 237 - Was my own lord. Then did I seek to rise Out of the prison of my mean estate ; And, with such jewels as the exploring Mind Brings from the caves of Knowledge, buy my ransom From those twin gaolers of the daring heart — Low Birth and iron Fortune.
Página 277 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Página 7 - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of Ills to come; Nor Care, beyond to-day! Yet see, how all around them wait The Ministers of human fate; And black Misfortune's baleful Train!
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The matchmaker, by the author of 'Cousin Geoffrey'. The matchmaker, by the author of 'Cousin Geoffrey', Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies |
| Autor | Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies |
| Publicação | 1842 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 24 Abr 2006 |
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