Faith and Unfaith: A NovelJ. B. Lippincott Company, 1896 - Всего страниц: 298 |
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... desire that poor Maud's letters should be buried with him . I found them in a drawer by themselves , neatly tied with pale - blue ribbon , -her favorite color , and with them an old likeness of her , faded almost white . " " For how ...
... desire that poor Maud's letters should be buried with him . I found them in a drawer by themselves , neatly tied with pale - blue ribbon , -her favorite color , and with them an old likeness of her , faded almost white . " " For how ...
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... desire to speak , and indeed there is little to be said . When luncheon is nearly over , a small dark object , hitherto unseen , creeps out from some forgotten corner , and stretches itself forlornly ; it is poor Reginald's favorite dog ...
... desire to speak , and indeed there is little to be said . When luncheon is nearly over , a small dark object , hitherto unseen , creeps out from some forgotten corner , and stretches itself forlornly ; it is poor Reginald's favorite dog ...
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... desire to ascend and learn the secrets that may lie at its top . Miss Peyton , scarce noticing the monkish refectory , runs to the stairs and mounts them eagerly , Sir James following her in a more leisurely fashion . " Now for my own ...
... desire to ascend and learn the secrets that may lie at its top . Miss Peyton , scarce noticing the monkish refectory , runs to the stairs and mounts them eagerly , Sir James following her in a more leisurely fashion . " Now for my own ...
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... desire , - " Fresh as the month , and as the morning fair . " She is small , piquante , timid , with large almond - shaped eyes and light - brown hair , a rounded supple figure , and hands delicately white . Perhaps there is a lack of ...
... desire , - " Fresh as the month , and as the morning fair . " She is small , piquante , timid , with large almond - shaped eyes and light - brown hair , a rounded supple figure , and hands delicately white . Perhaps there is a lack of ...
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... desire , she lays her fingers softly on the hand that lies outside the coverlet . The awful chill that meets her touch seems to reach even to her heart . Throwing her arms above her head , with a wild passionate cry , she falls forward ...
... desire , she lays her fingers softly on the hand that lies outside the coverlet . The awful chill that meets her touch seems to reach even to her heart . Throwing her arms above her head , with a wild passionate cry , she falls forward ...
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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.