Viola; or, 'Tis an old tale and often told, by I. Goldsmid, Volumen2G. Routledge, 1852 - 212 páginas |
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... voice , without being assured that so spoke , so gazed the Sicilian maid , when she gave forth the feigned story of her sister's love , by which she would have Orsino in- terpret her own . Indeed , I have often pondered AND OFTEN TOLD ...
... voice , without being assured that so spoke , so gazed the Sicilian maid , when she gave forth the feigned story of her sister's love , by which she would have Orsino in- terpret her own . Indeed , I have often pondered AND OFTEN TOLD ...
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... voice . Then , too , she had a host of theories , countless as the stars , which theories always reminded me of the famous mansion built by the amateur architect , who , having called his friends around him to admire the spacious hall ...
... voice . Then , too , she had a host of theories , countless as the stars , which theories always reminded me of the famous mansion built by the amateur architect , who , having called his friends around him to admire the spacious hall ...
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... voice fall on my ear with a sweet lulling tone that reminded me of the flowing cadence of the " Para- dise Lost : " here too did we delight our fancy with bright and glowing visions , and store our memory with images of loveliness ...
... voice fall on my ear with a sweet lulling tone that reminded me of the flowing cadence of the " Para- dise Lost : " here too did we delight our fancy with bright and glowing visions , and store our memory with images of loveliness ...
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... voice , which entered into my very soul , and seemed to evoke the pale dim spectres of bygone regrets . I thought of my lost_mother , of hopes long buried , of but whither am I wandering ? Very different were Miss Sidney's vocal talents ...
... voice , which entered into my very soul , and seemed to evoke the pale dim spectres of bygone regrets . I thought of my lost_mother , of hopes long buried , of but whither am I wandering ? Very different were Miss Sidney's vocal talents ...
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... voice ; " which , like that of conscience , is for the most part unheeded . It was indeed a rare treat to listen to Viola . But to revert to my own occupations . I one day , to oblige Mrs. Sidney , braided a coat for Master Dick , in a ...
... voice ; " which , like that of conscience , is for the most part unheeded . It was indeed a rare treat to listen to Viola . But to revert to my own occupations . I one day , to oblige Mrs. Sidney , braided a coat for Master Dick , in a ...
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Viola; or, 'Tis an old tale and often told, by I. Goldsmid, Volumen2 Isabel Goldsmid Vista completa - 1852 |
Términos y frases comunes
agony Allonby answer apartment arms asked asso beautiful believe brow carriage CHAPTER cheek child counting-house daughter Dear cousin Dorothy dear Viola Dick Sidney dread dress exclaimed eyes father fear feel felt Frank Herbert gaze gentleman girl give Green Hoskins hair hand happy head hear heard heart Helen Helen Page honour hope hour husband knew Lady Glenalbert Lady Sarah Herbert laughed leave letter light lips live look Lord Glenalbert Lucy Lucy's Lyndham mamma manner Marables Margaret married Middleton mind mingled Miss Brookes Miss Page Miss Sharpe Miss Sidney morning mother never night observed once pale passed pause perhaps person poor quadrille replied rose scarcely seemed seen Sidney's sighed sister smile sorrow speak spirit spoke sure tears tell thing thou thought threw to-morrow told tone trousseau Turretcliff Viola Sidney voice weep whilst wife woman word young ladies youth
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Página 204 - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Página 13 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 58 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 27 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.
Página 25 - Rigour now is gone to bed, And advice, with scrupulous head, Strict age, and sour severity, With their grave saws, in slumber lie.
Página 204 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides...
Página 77 - Ah ! what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed ; render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!
Página 83 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
Página 106 - To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers: Attention held them mute. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last Words, interwove with sighs, found out their way.
Página 135 - See where she stands ! a mortal shape indued With love and life and light and deity, And motion which may change but cannot die; An image of some bright Eternity...