Red as a Rose is She: A NovelR. Bentley, 1887 - 450 páginas |
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Términos y frases comunes
afraid answers Esther arms asks beanpot beauty bedgown Bessy better Brandon catalepsy Chambéry cheeks child cold comes Constance dark dead dear dear boy death dinner door dress EDMUND YATES Essie eyes face feel feet fellow Felton fond gently Gerard girl give Glan-yr-Afon grave grey hair half hand happy hate head hear heart HELEN MATHERS hope horse hour INGOLDSBY LEGENDS Jack John kiss lady laudanum laughing light lips live look MARIE CORELLI marry mind Miss Blessington Miss Craven morning mother never night passion Plas Berwyn pleasant poor pretty replies RHODA BROUGHTON Robert Brandon round says Esther SHERIDAN LE FANU silence Sir Thomas sits smile smoking cap speak stands suppose sure sweet tears tell thing thought trying turns voice walk Wilkie Collins window wish woman women words young
Pasajes populares
Página 182 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars...
Página 324 - Worse than the bitterness of death, is hope: It is the only ill which can find place Upon the giddy, sharp and narrow hour Tottering beneath us. Plead with the swift frost That it should spare the eldest flower of spring: Plead with awakening earthquake, o'er whose couch Even now a city stands, strong, fair, and free; Now stench and blackness yawn, like death. Oh, plead With famine, or wind-walking Pestilence, Blind lightning, or the deaf sea, not with man! Cruel, cold, formal man; righteous in words,...
Página 67 - And he said, little maid, will you wed, wed, wed ? I have little more to say, Than will you, yea or nay, For least said is soonest mended — ded, ded, ded. The little maid replied, Some say a little sighed, But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat ? Will the love that you're so rich in, Make a fire in the kitchen ? Or the little god of Love turn the spit — spit, spit?
Página 40 - Some open at once to the sun and the breeze, Some lost among bowers of blossoming trees, Were all paved with daisies and delicate bells, As fair as the fabulous asphodels, And flow'rets, which drooping as day drooped too, Fell into pavilions, white, purple, and blue, To roof the glowworm from the evening dew.
Página 27 - The king was in his counting-house, Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlor, Eating bread and honey.
Página 98 - She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd The rein with dainty finger-tips, A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
Página 290 - Sweet Heaven, forgive weak thoughts ! If there should be No God, no heaven, no earth, in the void world, The wide, grey, lampless, deep, unpeopled world...
Página 388 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope.
Página 264 - Daudet,' from whose pages her grandchildren's entrance has roused her, does. " Is it possible," says Sarah, advancing with a threatening gesture to her sister — " do you dare to look me in the face and tell me that you have not brought him up to the point after all ? " Still silence, and a look towards the door suggestive of meditated evasion by it.