Faith and Unfaith: A NovelJ. B. Lippincott Company, 1896 - Всего страниц: 298 |
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... wish that you should regard us all with affection . " He glances from her to Dorian , as he speaks , with anxious meaning . But Dorian's gaze is fixed thoughtfully upon the stained - glass window that is flinging its crimson and purple ...
... wish that you should regard us all with affection . " He glances from her to Dorian , as he speaks , with anxious meaning . But Dorian's gaze is fixed thoughtfully upon the stained - glass window that is flinging its crimson and purple ...
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... wish themselves dead . There is , I believe , some legend belonging to the country , about an old woman who had to be shot , so ag- gressively old did she become ; but this is obscure . About two miles from the town one comes to ...
... wish themselves dead . There is , I believe , some legend belonging to the country , about an old woman who had to be shot , so ag- gressively old did she become ; but this is obscure . About two miles from the town one comes to ...
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... wish I could once see you as honestly " —with a slight , almost unconscious , stress on the word— “ in love as I have been scores of times . " " What a melancholy time you must have put in ! When a fellow is in love he goes to skin and ...
... wish I could once see you as honestly " —with a slight , almost unconscious , stress on the word— “ in love as I have been scores of times . " " What a melancholy time you must have put in ! When a fellow is in love he goes to skin and ...
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... wish you would give the matter some thought , " says Lord Sartoris , earnestly : " you are twenty- eight , -old enough to make a sensible choice . " Branscombe sighs . " And I see nothing to prevent your doing so . You want a wife to ...
... wish you would give the matter some thought , " says Lord Sartoris , earnestly : " you are twenty- eight , -old enough to make a sensible choice . " Branscombe sighs . " And I see nothing to prevent your doing so . You want a wife to ...
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... wish- ing myself still in your memory sounds selfish , -almost rude ; but what can I do ? Must I not speak the truth ? And in- deed I am in sore trouble . I am friendless , all but homeless , and utterly alone in the world . But , as I ...
... wish- ing myself still in your memory sounds selfish , -almost rude ; but what can I do ? Must I not speak the truth ? And in- deed I am in sore trouble . I am friendless , all but homeless , and utterly alone in the world . But , as I ...
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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.