A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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... listening to the measured voice , and the dry , somewhat matter - of - fact opi- nions and observations he was in the habit of enouncing . Yet such was the fact . Doubtless , we pass by a vast number of such covert romances in the crowd ...
... listening to the measured voice , and the dry , somewhat matter - of - fact opi- nions and observations he was in the habit of enouncing . Yet such was the fact . Doubtless , we pass by a vast number of such covert romances in the crowd ...
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... listened , in a very genial frame of mind . Never- theless , he looked grave when he noticed , by the sudden brightening of the western sky , that it was sunset . " They must have missed the train , " he said . " It is really ...
... listened , in a very genial frame of mind . Never- theless , he looked grave when he noticed , by the sudden brightening of the western sky , that it was sunset . " They must have missed the train , " he said . " It is really ...
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... listening with great interest to what they were saying . But some- how Caroline was not her easy , natural self , and this evident scrutiny did not tend to increase her composure . She answered at random ; she fell into reverie , in ...
... listening with great interest to what they were saying . But some- how Caroline was not her easy , natural self , and this evident scrutiny did not tend to increase her composure . She answered at random ; she fell into reverie , in ...
Página 103
... listen- ing with interest ; he noticed also that the gentle- man held in his hand a shell - pink rose , which he knew must have been gathered from Caroline's own particular tree . Somewhat brusquely he broke in upon the conference ...
... listen- ing with interest ; he noticed also that the gentle- man held in his hand a shell - pink rose , which he knew must have been gathered from Caroline's own particular tree . Somewhat brusquely he broke in upon the conference ...
Página 145
... this suggestion . " Think , Vaughan , couldn't you ? " She urged him , with dewy eyes , and cheeks all flushed with earnestness . He listened , and glanced K at the ornaments , and smiled on her , and A LORD OF THE CREATION . 145.
... this suggestion . " Think , Vaughan , couldn't you ? " She urged him , with dewy eyes , and cheeks all flushed with earnestness . He listened , and glanced K at the ornaments , and smiled on her , and A LORD OF THE CREATION . 145.
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...