Maud Bingley, المجلد 1Bell and Daldy, 1858 |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 35
الصفحة 2
... girl , who moved slowly round till she stood where the name and date inscribed on the dark lid of the coffin was plainly visible . ISABELLA BINGLEY , Born July 1st , 1803 , Died February 17th , 1853 . She did not sigh or sob , but there ...
... girl , who moved slowly round till she stood where the name and date inscribed on the dark lid of the coffin was plainly visible . ISABELLA BINGLEY , Born July 1st , 1803 , Died February 17th , 1853 . She did not sigh or sob , but there ...
الصفحة 24
... it became apparent that , be the form what it might in which her illness had first showed itself , it arose from something very different from an ordinary chill , for the poor girl could neither leave her. CHAPTER III. ...
... it became apparent that , be the form what it might in which her illness had first showed itself , it arose from something very different from an ordinary chill , for the poor girl could neither leave her. CHAPTER III. ...
الصفحة 25
Frederica Graham. chill , for the poor girl could neither leave her bed nor raise her head , and almost before she began to complain her strength was utterly prostrate . In truth , only the name was lacking to make it a long , low fever ...
Frederica Graham. chill , for the poor girl could neither leave her bed nor raise her head , and almost before she began to complain her strength was utterly prostrate . In truth , only the name was lacking to make it a long , low fever ...
الصفحة 41
... girl that spoke , not the earnest , thinking , feeling woman , which Maud at other times showed herself . Her face was turned towards the window , and Arthur fancied he saw something very like tears falling on the thin , white hands ...
... girl that spoke , not the earnest , thinking , feeling woman , which Maud at other times showed herself . Her face was turned towards the window , and Arthur fancied he saw something very like tears falling on the thin , white hands ...
الصفحة 48
... girl of whom we know literally nothing . " Julian was the nephew , and had for years of his life been the ward of Mr. Murray , and he was far too well acquainted with the bias of his aunt's mind ever to think it worth his while to ...
... girl of whom we know literally nothing . " Julian was the nephew , and had for years of his life been the ward of Mr. Murray , and he was far too well acquainted with the bias of his aunt's mind ever to think it worth his while to ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
added answer appearance Arthur asked aunt Bankside began believe better Bridget brother brought called Captain Murray certainly closed Colonel Kennedy coming course death don't door dress Edgeworth expression eyes face fancy feeling felt followed girl give gone half hand happy head hear heard heart Herbert hope hour idea interest Julian knew Lady Louis Crichton late least leave less live London look manner matter Maud Maud's mean mind Miss Bingley morning mother Murray Murray's nature never night once opened passed person poor present pretty question remarked returned round seemed seen side silent sister smile soon sort speak spoke stay stood sure talk tell thing thought told tone took turned uncle voice waiting walk weeks White whole wife wish woman young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 277 - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
الصفحة 100 - Quiet talk she liketh best, In a bower of gentle looks, — Watering flowers, or reading books. And her voice, it murmurs lowly, As a silver stream may run, Which yet feels, you feel, the sun. And her smile it seems half holy, As if drawn from thoughts more far Than our common jestings are. And if any poet knew her, He would sing of her with falls Used in lovely madrigals. And if any painter drew her, He would paint her unaware With a halo round the hair.
الصفحة 272 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
الصفحة 256 - He either fears his fate too much or his desert is small. who dares not put it to the touch and win or lose it all...
الصفحة 278 - Yea, the sparrow hath found her an house, and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young : even thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
الصفحة 223 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife — More plentiful than hope.
الصفحة 116 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
الصفحة 291 - The bell rang, and, with shrieks like death, Link catching link, the long array, With ponderous pulse and fiery breath, Proud of its burthen, swept away; And through the lingering crowd I broke, Sought the hill-side, and thence, heart-sick, Beheld, far off, the little smoke Along the landscape kindling quick.
الصفحة 311 - rise up early, and late take rest, and eat the bread of carefulness...
الصفحة 304 - Ahem!" said the squire, evidently flattered, and yet not convinced. " My brother Will is a very acute fellow, and I make no — my dear little girl — question, but that — • (when you have seen as much of the world as I have, you will grow...