A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 26
Página 15
... She thought to herself how kind he was to be sorry ; and she rather liked feeling weak and dizzy for a little while , to be so cared for , and to be looked at as he was looking at her now . Illness was too A LORD OF THE CREATION . 15.
... She thought to herself how kind he was to be sorry ; and she rather liked feeling weak and dizzy for a little while , to be so cared for , and to be looked at as he was looking at her now . Illness was too A LORD OF THE CREATION . 15.
Página 24
... kind hand . " You are quite happy here , Caroline , are you not ? " he said , after a little while . She was busy arranging her flowers , but she lifted her head and paused , with the bright damask and delicate pale roses arrested in ...
... kind hand . " You are quite happy here , Caroline , are you not ? " he said , after a little while . She was busy arranging her flowers , but she lifted her head and paused , with the bright damask and delicate pale roses arrested in ...
Página 33
... Elizabeth Kendal is an excellent wo- man 66 Oh , sir , I was going to say so , " Caroline cried , eagerly ; she is good , kind , noble . I can't tell C you how much I used to admire and respect her— A LORD OF THE CREATION . 33.
... Elizabeth Kendal is an excellent wo- man 66 Oh , sir , I was going to say so , " Caroline cried , eagerly ; she is good , kind , noble . I can't tell C you how much I used to admire and respect her— A LORD OF THE CREATION . 33.
Página 41
... kind of things are so unequal ? I behaved absolutely ill to Miss Kendal , yet she loved me ; I slighted her , but she was careful and thoughtful over me . And my uncle , how tender and kind he is to me . Why don't I A LORD OF THE ...
... kind of things are so unequal ? I behaved absolutely ill to Miss Kendal , yet she loved me ; I slighted her , but she was careful and thoughtful over me . And my uncle , how tender and kind he is to me . Why don't I A LORD OF THE ...
Página 42
Marian James. and kind he is to me . Why don't I love him better than anything in the world , I wonder ? I owe him most ; he loves me more than any one else loves me 99 At this point a burst of tears - grieved , pained , proud tears ...
Marian James. and kind he is to me . Why don't I love him better than anything in the world , I wonder ? I owe him most ; he loves me more than any one else loves me 99 At this point a burst of tears - grieved , pained , proud tears ...
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
Passagens conhecidas
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...