Peace, Or, The Stolen Will: An American NovelJames French, 1857 - 407 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms asked Augustus Revere Aunt Patience beautiful beside brain carriage chair cheek child Chip clasped cold crimson curls dark darling dead dear debts of honor Delano door dream drew elegant exclaimed eyes face farm-house father feet fell fingers fire Florence flowers flush forehead Gabrielle gaze girl glance grew hair hand Hannah Ward happy head heart heaven hour Hugh Golding Jasper Golding Jenny Jupe kiss kitchen lady laid laugh Leafy Earle lips little Cora look Lucien Palfrey marriage Mary Halpine Miss Peace Miss Wedgewood mother never night Nurse Allen Orah Howland pale passion Patience's paused Peace's poor proud quiet replied Reuben Revere's rich rose sank scorn seemed shadows sleep smile Springdale stood strong sweet tall tears tell tender thought turned Uncle Uncle Ben uttered voice walk whispered wife window woman words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 1 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Seite 158 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Seite 386 - Thus lived — thus died she ; never more on her Shall sorrow light, or shame — She was not made Through years or moons the inner weight to bear, Which colder hearts endure till they are laid By age in earth ; her days and pleasures were Brief, but delightful — such as had not staid Long with her destiny ; but she sleeps well By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to dwell.
Seite 213 - There, I maddened! her words stung me. Life swept through me into fever, And my soul sprang up astonished, sprang full-statured in an hour. Know you what it is when anguish, with apocalyptic NEVER, To a Pythian height dilates you, and despair sublimes to power?
Seite 41 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Seite 262 - Why did she love him ? Curious fool ! — be still — Is human love the growth of human will...
Seite 323 - By their new vigour, sternly have they dealt On one another; pity ceased to melt With her once natural charities. But they, Who in oppression's darkness caved had dwelt, They were not eagles, nourish'd with the day; What marvel then, at times, if they mistook their prey?
Seite 353 - Nor is it aught, if from the censuring world I can but hide it. Reputation, Thou art a word, no more ! — But thou hast shown An impudence so high, that to the world I fear thou wilt betray or shame thyself.
Seite 357 - For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
Seite 169 - Bell Into this world of ours? The gates of heaven were left ajar: With folded hands and dreamy eyes, Wandering out of Paradise, She saw this planet, like a star, Hung in the glistening depths of even — Its bridges, running to and fro, O'er which the white-winged Angels go, Bearing the holy Dead to heaven. She touched a bridge of flowers — those feet, So light they did not bend the bells Of the...