Faith and Unfaith: A NovelJ. B. Lippincott Company, 1896 - Всего страниц: 298 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 58
Стр. 20
... course . ' Rising , he joins her at the window , and watches the coming visitor as he walks his horse leisurely down the drive . " What a dear little modest speech ! " says Miss Peyton , maliciously . " Now , if I had been the author of ...
... course . ' Rising , he joins her at the window , and watches the coming visitor as he walks his horse leisurely down the drive . " What a dear little modest speech ! " says Miss Peyton , maliciously . " Now , if I had been the author of ...
Стр. 35
... course ? However faithful and trust- worthy one's hirelings may be , one's own eyes should also be in the matter . " " Oh , of course , " acquiesces Dorian , still cheerful . " Noth- ing like personal supervision , and so on . Every now ...
... course ? However faithful and trust- worthy one's hirelings may be , one's own eyes should also be in the matter . " " Oh , of course , " acquiesces Dorian , still cheerful . " Noth- ing like personal supervision , and so on . Every now ...
Стр. 37
... course I agree with you on all points , Arthur , and think the man who could wilfully bring a blush to Ruth Annersley's cheek neither more nor less than a blackguard pur et simple . By the by , that last little homely phrase comes in ...
... course I agree with you on all points , Arthur , and think the man who could wilfully bring a blush to Ruth Annersley's cheek neither more nor less than a blackguard pur et simple . By the by , that last little homely phrase comes in ...
Стр. 48
... course it must not make any difference , and I dare say ugly ones are just as nice , when one gets used to them . I am dreadfully afraid of boys ; but perhaps there may be a few found somewhere amenable to reason , and at least one or ...
... course it must not make any difference , and I dare say ugly ones are just as nice , when one gets used to them . I am dreadfully afraid of boys ; but perhaps there may be a few found somewhere amenable to reason , and at least one or ...
Стр. 49
... course , you can tell me what was the last word . " She has placed her elbows on the table , and has let her pretty face sink into the palms of her hands , and is now regarding her father with a smile , half mocking , half malicious ...
... course , you can tell me what was the last word . " She has placed her elbows on the table , and has let her pretty face sink into the palms of her hands , and is now regarding her father with a smile , half mocking , half malicious ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
antimacassars asks beauty believe blush breath calm charming cheek child Cissy color comes dance dare say dear door earnestly eyes face faint fashion father feel gayly gaze gently Georgie's girl give glad glance goes gone Good-by governess gown Gowran grow half hand happy head heart hope Horace Hythe James Scrope laugh light lips look Lord Sartoris marriage marry morning never night once pale papa passionate perhaps poor pretty Pullingham Redmond returns round Ruth Annersley says Branscombe says Clarissa says Dorian says Georgie says Miss Broughton says Miss Peyton says Sartoris says Scrope says Sir James says the vicar seems sigh silence sitting slowly small face smile soft soul speak standing sure sweet tears tell tender thing thought to-day tone turns vicarage voice walks window wish woman word young
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 130 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Стр. 280 - For it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours...
Стр. 296 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing ; While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Стр. 110 - For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Стр. 187 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate, She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near ;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait.
Стр. 267 - The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ; A goodly apple rotten at the heart ; Oh, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! Shy.
Стр. 237 - Th' illumined mountain, through the forest streams, Shakes on the floods, and in a yellow mist, Far smoking o'er th' interminable plain, In twinkling myriads lights the dewy gems. Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around. Full swell the woods ; their...
Стр. 222 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Стр. 160 - Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments ; melting Heaven with Earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams ; Thy hour to all is welcome ! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who, slow returning from his task of toil, Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil, And, tho' such radiance round him brightly glows, Marks the small spark his cottage window throws.
Стр. 264 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.