A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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Página 28
... less , after all the pains you took with him . " " Pains ! Oh , it was very pleasant . I liked teaching , and he liked learning . " She gathered her flowers together again , and slowly rose to her feet . " You will be seventeen next ...
... less , after all the pains you took with him . " " Pains ! Oh , it was very pleasant . I liked teaching , and he liked learning . " She gathered her flowers together again , and slowly rose to her feet . " You will be seventeen next ...
Página 32
... less cordially towards her . This truth Mr Hesketh suspected without knowing . He observed now the deepened colour on the girl's cheek . She kept silence . " By the way , have you heard from her lately ? " he inquired . " You correspond ...
... less cordially towards her . This truth Mr Hesketh suspected without knowing . He observed now the deepened colour on the girl's cheek . She kept silence . " By the way , have you heard from her lately ? " he inquired . " You correspond ...
Página 47
... less picturesque , per- haps , but hardly less attractive , that a little time after descended the wide staircase . Two gentle- men were standing at the foot of the stairs , and looked up , hearing a soft rustling , and being aware of ...
... less picturesque , per- haps , but hardly less attractive , that a little time after descended the wide staircase . Two gentle- men were standing at the foot of the stairs , and looked up , hearing a soft rustling , and being aware of ...
Página 54
... less any regret , in Caroline's mind that evening . Keenly , fully , she enjoyed the pre- sent . Her ordinary life was too quiet and secluded for her not to overrate the attractions of society when they came in her way . Her love of ...
... less any regret , in Caroline's mind that evening . Keenly , fully , she enjoyed the pre- sent . Her ordinary life was too quiet and secluded for her not to overrate the attractions of society when they came in her way . Her love of ...
Página 86
... less thoughtfully , he added- " You are going to Crooksforth this morning , are you not ? " " Yes . How pleasant it will be , uncle ! Oh , I wish you could come too . Do you think 66 " " No , my pet . It will be pleasanter for me to ...
... less thoughtfully , he added- " You are going to Crooksforth this morning , are you not ? " " Yes . How pleasant it will be , uncle ! Oh , I wish you could come too . Do you think 66 " " No , my pet . It will be pleasanter for me to ...
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...