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... falls full upon a face by no means beautiful . She may be some twenty - eight or thirty years of age , and looks as ... fall as warmly . On either side of the hearth are seated a stately lady and gentleman : she has her hoop , ruffles ...
... falls full upon a face by no means beautiful . She may be some twenty - eight or thirty years of age , and looks as ... fall as warmly . On either side of the hearth are seated a stately lady and gentleman : she has her hoop , ruffles ...
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... fall let us return . " The poet arose , and followed him , without a word . " How beautiful ! " exclaimed the Rector , pointing to the rose - coloured clouds which still the ' Gentleman's Magazine ; ' and how anxious we were until we ...
... fall let us return . " The poet arose , and followed him , without a word . " How beautiful ! " exclaimed the Rector , pointing to the rose - coloured clouds which still the ' Gentleman's Magazine ; ' and how anxious we were until we ...
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... falls , with its musical echoes , on the ear ! And in an English village how calm , how hushed and voiceless is that solemn hour , undisturbed by aught save when the wild carolling of birds and the busy hum of bees , uniting with the ...
... falls , with its musical echoes , on the ear ! And in an English village how calm , how hushed and voiceless is that solemn hour , undisturbed by aught save when the wild carolling of birds and the busy hum of bees , uniting with the ...
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... fall from the heart and invest themselves with as much truthfulness and fervency , albeit the heart be covered by a fustian jacket instead of beating beneath the em- broiderer's chefs d'œuvres . There was no audible reply to George's ex ...
... fall from the heart and invest themselves with as much truthfulness and fervency , albeit the heart be covered by a fustian jacket instead of beating beneath the em- broiderer's chefs d'œuvres . There was no audible reply to George's ex ...
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... Fall upon thy knees ! for lo ! it brings God's blessed Angel - humbly fold thy hands ; Behold how , scorning human means , he stands ! It is the messenger of holy things . No oar desires he , nor aught other sail Than his broad wings ...
... Fall upon thy knees ! for lo ! it brings God's blessed Angel - humbly fold thy hands ; Behold how , scorning human means , he stands ! It is the messenger of holy things . No oar desires he , nor aught other sail Than his broad wings ...
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beautiful beneath black lace blonde lace breath bride bright brow burgomaster capotes charming child church Cimarosa colour corsage Countess of Blessington dark dear death deep door dream dress earth exclaimed eyes face fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle George girl Grace hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Helen Faucit honour hope Horace hour husband lace lady laugh Leyburn light look lover mantelet Mariette marriage mind Miss morning morning dress mother muslin never night o'er once pale passed passementerie poor Puritani quadrille racter redingote ribbon robe rose round Ruth satin scene seemed side silent sister skirt sleeves smile Sophy sorrow soul spirit Stephen Leigh stood sweet taffeta tears tell thee things thou thought tion tone trimmed uncon velvet voice wife wild woman wonder words young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Página 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Página 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Página 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Página 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Página 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Página 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Página 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Página 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Página 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.