Novels, Volumen 5 |
Comentarios de usuarios - Escribir una reseña
No hemos encontrado ninguna reseña en los sitios habituales.
Índice
| 1 | |
| 25 | |
| 42 | |
| 56 | |
| 81 | |
| 94 | |
| 100 | |
| 116 | |
| 262 | |
| 306 | |
| 320 | |
| 339 | |
| 353 | |
| 379 | |
| 403 | |
| 422 | |
| 133 | |
| 148 | |
| 183 | |
| 200 | |
| 209 | |
| 222 | |
| 430 | |
| 441 | |
| 463 | |
| 498 | |
| 513 | |
| 528 | |
Términos y frases comunes
already answered asked beautiful began believe better Campbell Claude comes course dark dear doctor don't earth Elsley eyes face fancy father fear feel fellow five Frank give gone Grace half hand head Heale hear heard heart heaven hope hour human keep knew lady laugh least leave live looked Lord Lucia Major Mark marry Mary matter mean mind minutes Miss morning mother nature never night once passed perhaps poor round Scoutbush seemed seen side smile soul speak Stangrave stopped strange suppose sure talk tell thank thing thought Thurnall till told tone took town Trebooze true turn Valencia Vavasour voice walked whole wish woman young
Pasajes populares
Página 496 - I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, " I will confess my transgressions unto the Lord ;" and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin.
Página xix - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Página 459 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Página 451 - What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now itself disown; It felt, yet could escape, the magic tone Whose prelude held...
Página 226 - Life is a jest, and all things show it, I thought so once, but now I know it, with what more you may think proper.
Página 496 - When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer.
Página 451 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Página 288 - Constantia, now, but thee, Whilst, like the world-surrounding air. thy song Flows on, and fills all things with melody. Now is thy voice a tempest swift and strong, On which, like one in trance upborne, Secure o'er rocks and waves I sweep, Rejoicing like a cloud of rnorn.
Página 5 - If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down from hence: for it is written, He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee: And in their hands they shall bear thee up, Lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Novels, Volumen 5 Novels, Charles Kingsley |
| Autor | Charles Kingsley |
| Editor | Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 26 Mar 2008 |
| Exportar cita | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |