Novels, Volumen 5Macmillan and Company, 1884 |
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... the gifted author of " A Soul's Agonies , and other Poems . ' He was a lion then , with foolish women running after him , and turning his head once " " and for all ; and Lucia St. Just was a 742 ) CHAPTER III ANYTHING BUT STILL LIFE,
... the gifted author of " A Soul's Agonies , and other Poems . ' He was a lion then , with foolish women running after him , and turning his head once " " and for all ; and Lucia St. Just was a 742 ) CHAPTER III ANYTHING BUT STILL LIFE,
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Charles Kingsley. and for all ; and Lucia St. Just was a wild Irish girl , new t London society , all feeling and romance , and literally all ; for there was little real intellect underlying her passionate sensibility . So when the ...
Charles Kingsley. and for all ; and Lucia St. Just was a wild Irish girl , new t London society , all feeling and romance , and literally all ; for there was little real intellect underlying her passionate sensibility . So when the ...
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... Lucia snatches at it . " Ah , I understand ; poor Valentia ! you always hated her . " " I did not ; but she is so brusque , and excited , and -- " " Be so kind as not to abuse my family . You may say what you will of me ; but " " And ...
... Lucia snatches at it . " Ah , I understand ; poor Valentia ! you always hated her . " " I did not ; but she is so brusque , and excited , and -- " " Be so kind as not to abuse my family . You may say what you will of me ; but " " And ...
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... Lucia have not yet arrived at that terrible crisis , though they are on the path toward it- the path of little carelessnesses , rudenesses , ungoverned words and tempers , and , worst of all , of that half - confidence , which is ...
... Lucia have not yet arrived at that terrible crisis , though they are on the path toward it- the path of little carelessnesses , rudenesses , ungoverned words and tempers , and , worst of all , of that half - confidence , which is ...
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... Lucia might beg his pardon ; and , if not , why , per- haps he might beg hers . The rain was washing the spirit out of him as it does out of a thin - coated horse . - Stay ! What was that sound above the roar of the gale ? a cannon ? He ...
... Lucia might beg his pardon ; and , if not , why , per- haps he might beg hers . The rain was washing the spirit out of him as it does out of a thin - coated horse . - Stay ! What was that sound above the roar of the gale ? a cannon ? He ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aberalva answered Armsworth asked beautiful Beddgelert believe Bertrich better Bowie Brianite cholera Claude cried Crimea dare dark dear doctor dream earth Eaton Square Elsley Elsley's eyes face fancy father fear feel fellow fool Fra Dolcino Frank gendarme gentleman girl gone Grace half hand head Headley Heale hear heard heart heaven honor John Briggs knew lady laudanum laugh least lieutenant live looked Lord Scoutbush Lucia madam Major Campbell Mark marry Mary Mellot mind Miss Harvey morning mother never night noble once Pen-y-gwryd perhaps poor Quadroon rock round Sabina seemed seen silent smile soul Stangrave suppose talk Tardrew tell thing thought Thurnall told Tom Thurnall Tom's tone town Trebooze turn utterly Valencia Vavasour voice walked water-meadows Whitbury Willis wish woman word young zoophytes
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.