Old Kensington, Volumen1Smith, Elder, & Company, 1873 - 531 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Admiral afraid Anley asked Aunt Sarah ayah began bell blushed Captain Palmer Church House coming cried dark dear diamond cross Dolly looked Dolly's door Dorothea drawing-room dream dress eyes face Fane feel felt flowers Frank Raban garden George George's girl gone grey hand happy head hear heard heart instant John Morgan Jonah Kensington knew Lady Henley Lady Sarah leave letter light listening lived lying mamma Marker Miss Dolly Miss Vanborough mother never Old Street once pale Palmer passed Penfold Philippa poor Dolly Robert Henley round Sarah Francis scarcely seemed silent Sir Thomas sitting smiling speak spoke Squire standing stood strange street suddenly sweet talk Tapeall tears tell things thought told Tom Morgan turned voice waiting walked wall watching window wish woman wonder words young
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Página 80 - And every pointed thorn, seemed wrought in glass. In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show, While through the ice the crimson berries glow.
Página 232 - Where are the great, whom thou would'st wish to praise thee? Where are the pure, whom thou would'st choose to love thee? Where are the brave, to stand supreme above thee, Whose high commands, would cheer, whose chiding raise thee? Seek, seeker, in thyself; submit to find In the stones bread; and life in the blank mind.
Página 362 - Now what is love? I pray thee, tell. It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell.
Página 328 - Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend Sire, went footing slow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscrib'd with woe. "Ah! Who hath reft" (quoth he) "my dearest pledge?
Página 24 - Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day, Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou — and from thy sleep Then wake to weep.
Página 107 - What thou hast done and shalt do, shall be declared to thee then. Go with the sun and the stars, and yet evermore in thy spirit Say to thyself: It is good : yet is there better than it. This that I see is not all, and this that I do is but little ; Nevertheless it is good, though there is better than it.
Página 297 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say ' I love her for her smile . . her look . . her way Of speaking gently, . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day ' — For these things in themselves.
Página 159 - An' I niver knaw'd whot a mean'd but I thowt a 'ad summut to saay, An' I thowt a said whot a owt to "a said an
Página 14 - That's the wise thrush: he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Página 71 - You'll love me yet! — and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry, From seeds of April's sowing.