A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 63
Página 2
... the child herself liked to tell that she was very like " poor mamma . " And by and by it became known that this poor mamma had been a very early friend of Mr Hesketh's ; that she had married a poor man for love , A LORD OF THE CREATION .
... the child herself liked to tell that she was very like " poor mamma . " And by and by it became known that this poor mamma had been a very early friend of Mr Hesketh's ; that she had married a poor man for love , A LORD OF THE CREATION .
Página 29
... sunshine . " Pshaw ! " cried Mr Hesketh , laughing half impatiently ; " he isn't so foolish as not to like it . And be that as it may , we'll settle the prelimina- ries to - morrow ; and you shall tell Mrs A LORD OF THE CREATION . 29.
... sunshine . " Pshaw ! " cried Mr Hesketh , laughing half impatiently ; " he isn't so foolish as not to like it . And be that as it may , we'll settle the prelimina- ries to - morrow ; and you shall tell Mrs A LORD OF THE CREATION . 29.
Página 30
... tell you what it is to be in the morning . " She ran off , again 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 ...
... tell you what it is to be in the morning . " She ran off , again 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 ...
Página 33
... And yet 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.
... And yet 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 60
... tell me ? Perhaps you think I ought to know for myself . " " I suppose you do know . Most people are aware what it is that they most prize and care for . " " But the question is what is best , not what is dearest . " " People ought to ...
... tell me ? Perhaps you think I ought to know for myself . " " I suppose you do know . Most people are aware what it is that they most prize and care for . " " But the question is what is best , not what is dearest . " " People ought 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...