De Vane: A Story of Plebeians and Patricians, Volumes 1-2Blelock, 1865 - 552 páginas |
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... bowed to De Vane , who stood by his side . 99 " We are fortunate , this morning , Miss Wordsworth , ' said Waring ; " we came to look at books , and did not know that we should have the pleasure of meeting you , " She rewarded him with ...
... bowed to De Vane , who stood by his side . 99 " We are fortunate , this morning , Miss Wordsworth , ' said Waring ; " we came to look at books , and did not know that we should have the pleasure of meeting you , " She rewarded him with ...
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... bowed low , and Waring , observing the scene , smiled . Esther , turning to the counter which stood in the mid- dle of the store , began to look over the new bright books , which were temptingly ranged upon it , and presently selected ...
... bowed low , and Waring , observing the scene , smiled . Esther , turning to the counter which stood in the mid- dle of the store , began to look over the new bright books , which were temptingly ranged upon it , and presently selected ...
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... bowed , and then added : " I think you will agree , Miss . Wordsworth , that Schiller sought the divine way . Do you remember what Madame De Staël says of him in his last moments ? Allow me to render it in English . ' Stricken while yet ...
... bowed , and then added : " I think you will agree , Miss . Wordsworth , that Schiller sought the divine way . Do you remember what Madame De Staël says of him in his last moments ? Allow me to render it in English . ' Stricken while yet ...
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... bowed to the gentlemen , and left the store . Waring had stood leaning against one of the book- shelves , and had silently observed and heard all that passed between De Vane and Esther . His face wore an expression of sadness , and yet ...
... bowed to the gentlemen , and left the store . Waring had stood leaning against one of the book- shelves , and had silently observed and heard all that passed between De Vane and Esther . His face wore an expression of sadness , and yet ...
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... bowed low , and he was presented to the other gentlemen . Up to this time , De Vane had not seen Es- ther ; but , turning away from the gentlemen , who now resumed their conversation , he saw her seated in the midst of a group of ladies ...
... bowed low , and he was presented to the other gentlemen . Up to this time , De Vane had not seen Es- ther ; but , turning away from the gentlemen , who now resumed their conversation , he saw her seated in the midst of a group of ladies ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
admiration agreeable Amalek ardor aristocratic asked aunt beautiful Bishop blacksmith bowed Bowen bright called carriage charm cheerful Christian Claren Clarendon College comprehend conversation course delighted Duke of Saxe-Weimar earnest entered Esther Esther rose exclaimed eyes face feel felt flowers gentlemen Gildersleeve glory glowing Guilford Habersham hand happy hear heard heart heaven hope horse impressed interest ladies learned Leasowes letter light little Eva little girl looked Lord Lord Byron Madame De Staël Mary Sinclair Methodist Miss Godolphin Miss Wordsworth Mlle morning nature never noble observed passed passion patrician perfect person present replied Waring rose sadness seated seemed seen sentiment smiled soul speak splendor spoke Spring Springfield stood sympathy tastes tears Thank thing tion took turned uttered Vane Vane's Vesperini Virginia walked Waring's wish woman young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 243 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Página 256 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 491 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Página 29 - And the times of this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men everywhere to repent: because he hath appointed a day, in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained ; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.
Página 174 - Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!
Página 486 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Página 38 - Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree — But none shall breathe a sigh for me! My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea — But none, alas! shall mourn for me!
Página 94 - Now go and smite Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not ; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass.
Página 293 - With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Página 256 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday, — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire, And unavenged? — Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!