Sydney Beresford: A Tale of the Day ...Sherwood, 1835 |
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Página 42
... not tell of the black - thorn , just opening ; or of the patches of early primroses , dappling the sloping banks of the hedges ; or of the sweet perfume of the the violets ; or of the purple harebell , bending 42 SYDNEY BERESFORD .
... not tell of the black - thorn , just opening ; or of the patches of early primroses , dappling the sloping banks of the hedges ; or of the sweet perfume of the the violets ; or of the purple harebell , bending 42 SYDNEY BERESFORD .
Página 49
... sweet cousin , " turning to Elizabeth , " the mending and patching of broken places in that time - worn structure the world , is ill suited to The soft labyrinths of a lady's ear . ' We have strayed far from the peace- yielding cottage ...
... sweet cousin , " turning to Elizabeth , " the mending and patching of broken places in that time - worn structure the world , is ill suited to The soft labyrinths of a lady's ear . ' We have strayed far from the peace- yielding cottage ...
Página 53
... sweet cousin , I had hoped change of air had furnished an ample narcotic . What could have chased the poppies from your pillow last night ? Elizabeth raised her eyes inquiringly to his ; then , with a thrilling blush , as in- stantly ...
... sweet cousin , I had hoped change of air had furnished an ample narcotic . What could have chased the poppies from your pillow last night ? Elizabeth raised her eyes inquiringly to his ; then , with a thrilling blush , as in- stantly ...
Página 56
... right , yet , my sweet cou- sin . No , no , you must not look for the luxury of a lady's - maid beneath the roof of the Vicarage . Mrs. Penrose is a mo- ther ther of the old school : much to her ho- 56 SYDNEY BERESFORD .
... right , yet , my sweet cou- sin . No , no , you must not look for the luxury of a lady's - maid beneath the roof of the Vicarage . Mrs. Penrose is a mo- ther ther of the old school : much to her ho- 56 SYDNEY BERESFORD .
Página 75
... sweet music , while the young leaves dance . " The lane was one of those green , wild , winding lanes , so frequently to be met with in England ; now , so narrow , that the branching trees interlaced overhead ; now swelling into wide ...
... sweet music , while the young leaves dance . " The lane was one of those green , wild , winding lanes , so frequently to be met with in England ; now , so narrow , that the branching trees interlaced overhead ; now swelling into wide ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 248 - O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and the knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past tracing out!
Página 125 - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Página 223 - But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound— A tone of music— summer's eve— or spring— A flower— the wind — the ocean— which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
Página 211 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Página 77 - Tis midnight : on the mountains brown The cold, round moon shines deeply down ; Blue roll the waters, blue the sky Spreads like an ocean hung on high, Bespangled with those isles of light, So wildly, spiritually bright ; Who ever gazed upon them shining And turned to earth without repining, Nor wished for wings to flee away, And mix with their eternal ray...
Página 231 - And can he mix them with that matchless Skill, And lay them on so delicately fine, And lose them in each other, as appears In every Bud that blows?
Página 245 - Two mossy pines, high bending, interwove Their aged and fantastic arms above. In front, amid the gay surrounding flowers, A dial counted the departing hours, On which the sweetest light of summer shone, — A rude and brief inscription...
Página 37 - But he who stems a stream with sand, And fetters flame with flaxen band, 10 Has yet a harder task to prove — By firm resolve to conquer love...
Página 223 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music— summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Página 154 - The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!