Saint Pauls, 第 13 巻Virtue and Company, 1873 |
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... mother , " said the boy . " She does charing and I runs errands and when I've had a good day , O , don't we have a stunning supper of ' ot sassengers ! " 66 ' Do you call this a good day ? " asked Mr. Carington , much amused . " Don't I ...
... mother , " said the boy . " She does charing and I runs errands and when I've had a good day , O , don't we have a stunning supper of ' ot sassengers ! " 66 ' Do you call this a good day ? " asked Mr. Carington , much amused . " Don't I ...
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... mother a good supper . " As Mr. Carington drove away in a hansom which happened to come up , he saw his street - boy turning in his delight the maddest somer- saults . What had just occurred gave our friend more to do than he expected ...
... mother a good supper . " As Mr. Carington drove away in a hansom which happened to come up , he saw his street - boy turning in his delight the maddest somer- saults . What had just occurred gave our friend more to do than he expected ...
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... both your father and your mother ; and I love you for your own sake , because you are true , and pure , and witty , and wise — the best little girl I know . " " Ah , you flatter too , " said Elinor MR . CARINGTON . 2 [
... both your father and your mother ; and I love you for your own sake , because you are true , and pure , and witty , and wise — the best little girl I know . " " Ah , you flatter too , " said Elinor MR . CARINGTON . 2 [
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... mother's robe , and receiving her last kisses ; the sorrowing servants bidding their kind mistress fare- well , after she has stood , robed and crowned , in her pale loveliness to make her last prayer to the gods of the living ; when ...
... mother's robe , and receiving her last kisses ; the sorrowing servants bidding their kind mistress fare- well , after she has stood , robed and crowned , in her pale loveliness to make her last prayer to the gods of the living ; when ...
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... mother ; her fond cares are o'er . Ah ! may ye joyful see That light which none can to her eyes restore . ] Admetus rejoins with more weak lamentations ; more vain entrea- ties to his wife not to forsake her children and the husband who ...
... mother ; her fond cares are o'er . Ah ! may ye joyful see That light which none can to her eyes restore . ] Admetus rejoins with more weak lamentations ; more vain entrea- ties to his wife not to forsake her children and the husband who ...
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Admetus Alcestis appeared asked beauty better Byron called Canon Captain Carington child Chiromancy course dear death Delamere Demetrius Dick Dick's door Earle Elinor England Euripides eyes face father feel fellow felt Frank Noel girl give Goethe hand happy heart John knew lady laughed leave Lefevre live look Lord Lord Delamere Lucy Walter manner Marchesa Marguerite marriage marry matter means mind Minx Miss McGregor Miss Paton moral morning mother nature never night Nynee Tal Oistravieff once passed Paulovna Pierre Pinniger poet poor Prescott Prince Raffaella Ravioli remember replied Rollo Rosalba Rosalba Carriera round seemed ship society speak spirit suppose talk tell things thought told took truth turned uncle Venice vers de société voice walk wife wish Withers woman wonder words young
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516 ページ - More servants wait on man Than he'll take notice of : in every path He treads down that which doth befriend him When sickness makes him pale and wan. O mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
313 ページ - Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
515 ページ - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
62 ページ - Rescued from death by force though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
579 ページ - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
528 ページ - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!
449 ページ - Come from the woods that belt the gray hill-side, The seven elms, the poplars four That stand beside my father's door, And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand, Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves, Drawing into his narrow earthen urn, In every elbow and turn, The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland.
517 ページ - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily...
449 ページ - Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts that blow the poplar white, And lash with storm the streaming pane?
447 ページ - That, stirr'd with languid pulses of the oar, Waves all its lazy lilies, and creeps on, Barge-laden, to three arches of a bridge Crown'd with the minster-towers. The fields between Are dewy-fresh, browsed by deep-udder'd kine, And all about the large lime feathers low, The lime a summer home of murmurous wings.