A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... called ) surmised something near the truth , when , one spring , his household acquired an additional inmate , in the person of a well - grown , frank - spoken , bright - faced little girl of nine or ten years of age . Miss Caro- line ...
... called ) surmised something near the truth , when , one spring , his household acquired an additional inmate , in the person of a well - grown , frank - spoken , bright - faced little girl of nine or ten years of age . Miss Caro- line ...
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... called out , rather sharply , " probably your cousin " ( they called each other cousin , and the old man himself was " uncle " to Caroline , as well as to his veritable nephew ) -- " probably your cousin would prefer reading her book to ...
... called out , rather sharply , " probably your cousin " ( they called each other cousin , and the old man himself was " uncle " to Caroline , as well as to his veritable nephew ) -- " probably your cousin would prefer reading her book to ...
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... till it reached the large piece of water they ambitiously called the lake . Dark mysterious woods belted in the prospect . " So far shalt thou see , and no farther , " they seemed to say ; and Caroline Chapter ii. ...
... till it reached the large piece of water they ambitiously called the lake . Dark mysterious woods belted in the prospect . " So far shalt thou see , and no farther , " they seemed to say ; and Caroline Chapter ii. ...
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... singing as she ran , to pluck some sprays from a great myrtle bush that grew under the window of the room that was always called Vaughan's room . * It was absolutely real , as Caroline said many 30 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
... singing as she ran , to pluck some sprays from a great myrtle bush that grew under the window of the room that was always called Vaughan's room . * It was absolutely real , as Caroline said many 30 A LORD OF THE CREATION .
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... called chambers ' in London . But neither of these is what you mean by home ; I never had that . Are you sorry for me ? " 66 Very sorry , " said Caroline , expressing , because she felt , much cordiality as she spoke . " You , who are ...
... called chambers ' in London . But neither of these is what you mean by home ; I never had that . Are you sorry for me ? " 66 Very sorry , " said Caroline , expressing , because she felt , much cordiality as she spoke . " You , who are ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
appeared asked Beacon's Cottage beautiful began better Blanche bling Bracebridge brown hill cambric Caro Caroline Caroline's Carry chair cheek child clasped colour companion cried Crooksforth Dear Vaughan door drew earnest Elizabeth Kendal eyes face Farquhar feel felt flowers flush gaze George Farquhar girl glad glance grace hand happy head heard heart hill keth knew lady laughing leaned light lips listen looked Madame de Vigny minute Miss Kendal Miss Maturin moorlands morning mother-of-pearl never old gentleman once pain pale passionate pause pleasant pleasure poor present pretty quhar quiet Redwood reply rose round seemed silence silver birch smile sofa sort spoke stood strange sudden suppose sweet talk tell tenderness terrace things thought Thurlston told tone took truth turned uncle uncle's uttered Vaughan Hesketh voice walk watch Windleton window wish words young
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Página 328 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Página 328 - The swift swallow pursueth the flies smale; The busy bee her honey now she mings ; Winter is worn that was the flowers' bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays; and yet my sorrow springs.
Página 328 - The soote season that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill, and eke the vale; The nightingale, with feathers new, she sings; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come ! for every spray now springs; The hart hath hung his old head o'er the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he Sings; The fishes float with new repaired scale; The adder all her slough away she flings; The swift swallow pursueth the flies small; The busy bee her honey new she brings. Winter is...