Temple Bar, المجلد 67Ward and Lock, 1883 |
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... give a loud shriek , or will you ? " " Certainly not I ! " " I cannot think what has happened to them ! They must be wrong in their heads ! Are you aware that not one of them has thrown us a single bouquet ? " 1 " Why should they ...
... give a loud shriek , or will you ? " " Certainly not I ! " " I cannot think what has happened to them ! They must be wrong in their heads ! Are you aware that not one of them has thrown us a single bouquet ? " 1 " Why should they ...
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... give way . CHAPTER II . A NIGHT has passed since the Professor's damaged violets bit the dust . It is now morning ... gives- " is it possible ? " A slight noise makes her turn her head and see the tall white door open to admit her sister ...
... give way . CHAPTER II . A NIGHT has passed since the Professor's damaged violets bit the dust . It is now morning ... gives- " is it possible ? " A slight noise makes her turn her head and see the tall white door open to admit her sister ...
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... give them a good start ! " 66 Are you so sure that they are anxious to get a good start ? " asks Belinda with a significant look ahead at Sarah , who , continu- ally throwing back restless glances over her shoulder , lagging , stopping ...
... give them a good start ! " 66 Are you so sure that they are anxious to get a good start ? " asks Belinda with a significant look ahead at Sarah , who , continu- ally throwing back restless glances over her shoulder , lagging , stopping ...
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... give to be allowed to replace it behind her ear ? " And I ? Oh , I dry the victims ' eyes , and tell them that there is as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it . " " And yours ? " - that little lock is still frolicking ...
... give to be allowed to replace it behind her ear ? " And I ? Oh , I dry the victims ' eyes , and tell them that there is as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it . " " And yours ? " - that little lock is still frolicking ...
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... gives me the credit for any virtues , but in point of fact it is almost entirely in your interest that I am acting ! " She pauses for a moment , expecting to be asked for an explanation , but ... give my Solomon the sack - by - 26 BELINDA ,
... gives me the credit for any virtues , but in point of fact it is almost entirely in your interest that I am acting ! " She pauses for a moment , expecting to be asked for an explanation , but ... give my Solomon the sack - by - 26 BELINDA ,
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الصفحة 573 - But how much nobler will be the Sovereign's boast, when he shall have it to say, that he found law dear, and left it cheap ; found it a sealed book — left it a living letter ; found it the patrimony of the rich — .left it the inheritance of the poor ; found it the two-edged sword of craft and oppression — left it the staff of honesty and the shield of innocence...
الصفحة 57 - Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee, And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. And so, all the night-tide I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
الصفحة 26 - He might not in house, field, or garden stir, But her full shape would all his seeing fill ; And his continual voice was pleasanter To her, than noise of trees or hidden rill ; Her lute-string gave an echo of his name, She spoilt her half-done broidery with the same.
الصفحة 2 - Las ! voyez comme en peu d'espace, Mignonne, elle a dessus la place, Las ! las ! ses beautés laissé choir ! O vraiment marâtre nature, Puisqu'une telle fleur ne dure Que du matin jusques au soir ! Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne, Tandis que...
الصفحة 288 - I sit with all the windows and the door wide open, and am regaled with the scent of every flower in a garden as full of flowers as I have known how to make it.
الصفحة 56 - Fair are others ; none beholds thee. But thy voice sounds low and tender, Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour,— And all feel...
الصفحة 280 - I hope I do justice to all that is felt by you, and by those who resemble you. God forbid that I should undervalue the warm and faithful feelings of any of my fellow-creatures. I should deserve utter contempt if I dared to suppose that true attachment and constancy were known only by woman. No, I believe you capable of everything great and good.
الصفحة 288 - I have, (what, perhaps, you little suspect me of,) in my nature an infinite share of ambition. But with it I have at the same time, as you well know, an equal share of diffidence. To this combination of opposite qualities it has been owing that, till lately, I stole through life without undertaking any thing, yet always wishing to distinguish myself.
الصفحة 288 - ... merely trifle, it is because I am reduced to it by necessity — a melancholy, that nothing else so effectually disperses, engages me sometimes in the arduous task of being merry by force. And, strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood, and, but for that saddest mood, perhaps had never been written at all.
الصفحة 323 - And as I sat, over the light blue hills There came a noise of revellers: the rills Into the wide stream came of purple hue — 'Twas Bacchus and his crew! The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley, To scare thee, Melancholy!