Trilbyana, the Rise and Progress of a Popular NovelCritic Company, 1895 - 41 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
advertisement artist Bagot Billee's blanchisseuse book-form Boston Cantique de Noël character Charles Nodier charm Clair contribution to Trilbyana copy Critic cruel and grim delightful drawings edition EDITORS English Eric Pape Fairy of Argyle foot French George du Maurier HAMPSTEAD HAMPSTEAD HEATH Harper's Magazine Harper's Monthly HYPNOTIZING illustrations Impromptu James Joe Sibley Laird Lamson Latin Quarter letter literary Little Billee Lounger Lune Lutin d'Argail Lyceum Malbrouck s'en March master Maurier's heroine Maurier's Trilby mesmeric Messrs mirontaine Mironton Miss Mon Ami Pierrot Nathan Haskell Dole Nodier's story Nodier's Trilby novel novelist original paper Paris parodied Peter Ibbetson printed published Quartier Latin reader rier's sais quand reviendra San Francisco Argonaut scenes Scotch singer singing song Ben Bolt stanza story of Trilby studio Suzon Svengali Sweet Taffy tale thing tion translation Trilby's Whistler Wolffe woman words and music write York Zouzou
Pasajes populares
Página 31 - ENGLISH /"\HI don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? ^~"^ Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown, She wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown ? In the old churchyard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner, obscure and alone, They have fitted a slab of granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone.
Página 32 - Where the children went to swim? Grass grows on the master's grave, Ben Bolt, The spring of the brook is dry, And of all the boys who were schoolmates then There are only you and I. There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt, They have changed from the old to the new ; But I feel in the deeps of my spirit the truth, There never was change in you.
Página 31 - Alice whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old church-yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone, They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, And Alice lies under the stone. Under the hickory tree, Ben Bolt, Which stood at the foot of the hill, Together we've lain in the noonday shade, And listened to Appleton's mill.
Página 35 - There were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captain's biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator They'd nothing left but one split pea. Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy, " I am extremely hungaree." To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy, " We've nothing left, us must eat we.
Página 32 - Are grass and the golden grain. And don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, With the master so cruel and grim, And the shaded nook in the running brook Where the children went to swim? Grass grows on the master's grave, Ben Bolt, The spring of the brook is dry, And of all the boys who were schoolmates then There are only you and I.
Página 31 - And a quiet which crawls round the walls as you gaze Has followed the olden din. Do you mind of the cabin of logs, Ben Bolt, At the edge of the pathless wood, And the button-ball tree with its motley limbs, Which nigh by the doorstep stood? The cabin to ruin has gone, Ben Bolt, The tree you would seek for in vain ; And where once the lords of the forest waved, Are grass and the golden grain.
Página 34 - Où l'homme Dieu descendit jusqu'à nous, Pour effacer la tache originelle Et de son Père arrêter le courroux.
Página 33 - She began it quite lightly and merrily, like a jolly march; in the middle of her voice, which had not as yet revealed any exceptional compass or range. People laughed quite frankly at the first verse: — "Malbrouck s'en va-t'en guerre — Mironton, mironton, mirontaine!
Página 34 - ... from E to C — into the graver depths of Trilby's great contralto — so solemn and ominous that there is no more weeping, but the flesh creeps; the accompaniment slows and elaborates itself; the march becomes a funeral march, with muted strings and quite slowly: Aux nouvelles que j'apporte — Mironton, mironton, mirontaine! Aux nouvelles que j'apporte, Vos beaux yeux vont pleurer!