A lord of creation, by the author of 'Ethel'.1857 |
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Página 25
... true . If one did not half fear disappointment , expectation would not be so keen , so earnest , and would not fill up one's life so much - don't you see . It is very miserable to be disappointed , of course , " she allowed , gravely ...
... true . If one did not half fear disappointment , expectation would not be so keen , so earnest , and would not fill up one's life so much - don't you see . It is very miserable to be disappointed , of course , " she allowed , gravely ...
Página 52
... True , its ideals are angels , let them fall ever so short of perfection ; but then , the rest of the world are nullities , no matter how good , how true , how noble , they may really be . Youth bears with it its own crown , its own ...
... True , its ideals are angels , let them fall ever so short of perfection ; but then , the rest of the world are nullities , no matter how good , how true , how noble , they may really be . Youth bears with it its own crown , its own ...
Página 98
... true 99 " And give them away when gathered ! " Caro- line concluded , with a ringing laugh . " Oh , Mr Farquhar , how soon I could learn to talk wisely and metaphysically , like you ! I think I begin to see the vanity of all things ...
... true 99 " And give them away when gathered ! " Caro- line concluded , with a ringing laugh . " Oh , Mr Farquhar , how soon I could learn to talk wisely and metaphysically , like you ! I think I begin to see the vanity of all things ...
Página 107
... true , I admit . When away from him , I thought more of his stern strictures , of his un- compromising business - like love of prudence . But I come here , and I find himself ! softened , too , by troubles of his own , kinder and more ...
... true , I admit . When away from him , I thought more of his stern strictures , of his un- compromising business - like love of prudence . But I come here , and I find himself ! softened , too , by troubles of his own , kinder and more ...
Página 108
... true ? " Mr Farquhar stood still , facing his companion with an intent but still impassive gaze . The words were uttered more emphatically , perhaps , than he was aware of . Vaughan coloured angrily , and drew back . " I presume you do ...
... true ? " Mr Farquhar stood still , facing his companion with an intent but still impassive gaze . The words were uttered more emphatically , perhaps , than he was aware of . Vaughan coloured angrily , and drew back . " I presume you do ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
added answer appeared arranged asked began believe beside better called Caroline Caroline's Carry chair changed child close colour coming companion cried dear don't door drew evident eyes face Farquhar feel felt flowers followed gathered girl give glad glance half hand happy head heard heart held hill hope kind knew lady laughing leaned least leave less light lips listen looked Madame de Vigny mean mind minute Miss Kendal Miss Maturin morning nature never once pain passed pause perhaps pleasant pleasure poor present pretty question Redwood reply rest returned rose round seemed side silence smile sort speak spoke standing stood sudden suppose sure talk tell things thought told tone took true trust truth turned uncle uttered Vaughan Hesketh voice walk watch window wish 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...