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... pale and spiritual , I could have taken you for a ghost . " " And it was about ghosts I was thinking , " said Ella , in a tone very unlike the careless levity of her cousin . " How curious it is , that in all nations and all religions ...
... pale and spiritual , I could have taken you for a ghost . " " And it was about ghosts I was thinking , " said Ella , in a tone very unlike the careless levity of her cousin . " How curious it is , that in all nations and all religions ...
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... pale dark - eyed girl , wrapped in shawls , on a sofa ; and over Ella hung to - night more than usual the presentiment of early death . She had long known herself to be consumptive ; for years she had lived by rule , watched unceasingly ...
... pale dark - eyed girl , wrapped in shawls , on a sofa ; and over Ella hung to - night more than usual the presentiment of early death . She had long known herself to be consumptive ; for years she had lived by rule , watched unceasingly ...
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... pale , then blushed crimson , and then spoke with a faltering tongue , af laying her hand earnestly on her attendant's arm . " Tell me , sister of my heart , what hast thou seen ? " " I saw two figures on the island , " answered ...
... pale , then blushed crimson , and then spoke with a faltering tongue , af laying her hand earnestly on her attendant's arm . " Tell me , sister of my heart , what hast thou seen ? " " I saw two figures on the island , " answered ...
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... pale and sad she is ! If you had seen her weeping this morning , when we took in her bridal robes - do not agitate her again . Go back now , dear father , " urged Marcelly , trembling with fear and grief . " I dawna go back , " said the ...
... pale and sad she is ! If you had seen her weeping this morning , when we took in her bridal robes - do not agitate her again . Go back now , dear father , " urged Marcelly , trembling with fear and grief . " I dawna go back , " said the ...
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... pale as wax , and of that clear , cream - like hue on which colour seems a blemish ; the mouth compressed until its expression is half sad , half satirical . She is dressed as if for the revel , and her dark rich velvet drapery gives ...
... pale as wax , and of that clear , cream - like hue on which colour seems a blemish ; the mouth compressed until its expression is half sad , half satirical . She is dressed as if for the revel , and her dark rich velvet drapery gives ...
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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.