Nancy, Band 2Richard Bentley and son, 1873 - 280 Seiten |
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... dear , " he says , laughing not at all bitterly , but with a genuine amusement , “ I should have been even less bright than I am , if I had not gathered that much . " I sink down on a chair , and cover my face with my hands . My ...
... dear , " he says , laughing not at all bitterly , but with a genuine amusement , “ I should have been even less bright than I am , if I had not gathered that much . " I sink down on a chair , and cover my face with my hands . My ...
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... dear- " ( smiling pensively ) , " do not be angry with me , it was no fault of yours ; but you did grow rather tired of me at Dresden . " " I did not ! I did not ! " cry I , bursting into a passion of tears , and asseverating all the ...
... dear- " ( smiling pensively ) , " do not be angry with me , it was no fault of yours ; but you did grow rather tired of me at Dresden . " " I did not ! I did not ! " cry I , bursting into a passion of tears , and asseverating all the ...
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Rhoda Broughton. the drive by which the General went this morning . Dear Roger ! I will practise calling him Roger " when I am by myself , and then perhaps I may be able to address him by it , when he comes home . I will say , " How are ...
Rhoda Broughton. the drive by which the General went this morning . Dear Roger ! I will practise calling him Roger " when I am by myself , and then perhaps I may be able to address him by it , when he comes home . I will say , " How are ...
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... above our heads - the waveless , stormless ether sea as we pace along , with the church- bells ' measured ding - dong in our ears , and the cool ripe grasses about our feet . " Dear Dresden ! " say I , pensively , NANCY . 75.
... above our heads - the waveless , stormless ether sea as we pace along , with the church- bells ' measured ding - dong in our ears , and the cool ripe grasses about our feet . " Dear Dresden ! " say I , pensively , NANCY . 75.
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... Dear Linkesches Bad ! " says Frank , sighing too . " Dear Grossegarten ! " cry I , thinking of the long pottering stroll that Roger and I had taken one evening up and down its green alleys , and that then I had found so tedious . " Dear ...
... Dear Linkesches Bad ! " says Frank , sighing too . " Dear Grossegarten ! " cry I , thinking of the long pottering stroll that Roger and I had taken one evening up and down its green alleys , and that then I had found so tedious . " Dear ...
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Seite 132 - T is summer in yon heaven, Where, teachers, ye shall know, While time shall last, the blessedness Wrought by your love below. 679. 8 & 7s. M. HOHNE. Autumn Warnings. 1 SEE the leaves around us falling, Dry and withered, to the ground ; Thus to thoughtless mortals calling , In a sad and solemn sound...
Seite 58 - Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver, Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier ? Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white ! O so soft ! O so sweet is she ! n.
Seite 58 - Have you mark'd but the fall o' the snow Before the soil hath smutch'd it? Have you felt the wool of beaver, Or swan's down ever? Or have smelt o' the bud o' the brier. Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Seite 245 - Is my knight come ? O the lord, my band ! Sister, do my cheeks look well ? Give me a little box o' the ear, that I may seem to blush. Now, now! so, there, there! here he is ! O my dearest delight ! Lord, lord ! and how does my knight ? Touchstone.
Seite 179 - I am like the man who said that he knew two tunes, one was " God Save the Queen,
Seite 106 - I say, looking him full in the face, with simple directness. " Asked her ! " repeats he, with an accent of profound astonishment. " Asked the woman whether she had been engaged to him, and jilted him ? Impossible ! " " No ! no ! " cry I, with tremulous impatience, "of course not; but I asked her whether she used not to know him in India, and she said, 'Yes, we met several times...