The Lady's Friend, Volumen4Mrs. Henry Peterson Deacon & Peterson, 1864 |
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... hair is rolled back over a frizette , and a thick plait of hair crosses the top of the forehead as a coronet . The comb which fastens in the curls at the back is exquisitely ornamented at the top with Brazilian beetles set in gold ...
... hair is rolled back over a frizette , and a thick plait of hair crosses the top of the forehead as a coronet . The comb which fastens in the curls at the back is exquisitely ornamented at the top with Brazilian beetles set in gold ...
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... hair falling to her waist in long rippling waves of pure amber ; " you will surely wear anything to please dear Elizabeth . " The relationship between this dear Eliza beth " -so -so called by little child Belle - and Belle's mamma ...
... hair falling to her waist in long rippling waves of pure amber ; " you will surely wear anything to please dear Elizabeth . " The relationship between this dear Eliza beth " -so -so called by little child Belle - and Belle's mamma ...
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... hair , " see , this is my one jewel . " Miss Meredith looked utterly disconcerted , then , because at heart she had a very strange , deep pride , and hated to show any sign of a wound , tried to pass the matter off with a jest . 66 ...
... hair , " see , this is my one jewel . " Miss Meredith looked utterly disconcerted , then , because at heart she had a very strange , deep pride , and hated to show any sign of a wound , tried to pass the matter off with a jest . 66 ...
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... hair glinting through the gloom , Till , flitting far through glade and glen , The brownie vanished from my ken , The white sail crossed a thread of light , And flashed and fluttered out of sight . Its mission was fulfilled : it wrought ...
... hair glinting through the gloom , Till , flitting far through glade and glen , The brownie vanished from my ken , The white sail crossed a thread of light , And flashed and fluttered out of sight . Its mission was fulfilled : it wrought ...
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... hair of a young girl sitting in a low chair by the window , brought out the yellow lights , deepened the inky shadows , and then threw one blinding ray in the eyes of her companion , who sat primly upright in a straight - backed chair ...
... hair of a young girl sitting in a low chair by the window , brought out the yellow lights , deepened the inky shadows , and then threw one blinding ray in the eyes of her companion , who sat primly upright in a straight - backed chair ...
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Página 474 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Página 515 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Página 474 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Página 662 - When they see it they shall be troubled with terrible fear, and shall be amazed at the strangeness of his salvation, so far beyond all that they looked for.
Página 662 - What hath pride profited us? or what good hath riches with our vaunting brought us? All those things are passed away like a shadow...
Página 640 - These are the masters who instruct us without rods and ferules, without hard words and anger, without clothes or money. If you approach them, they are not asleep ; if investigating you interrogate them, they conceal nothing ; if you mistake them, they never grumble ; if you are ignorant, they cannot laugh at you.
Página 57 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 492 - Next put it into a pitcher, and pour on it a pint or more of boiling water (according to the degree of strength you de.sire), and then, having covered it, let it set all night.
Página 74 - But are sailing to and fro. I have seen them in my sleep, Plunging through the shoreless deep, With tattered sails, and battered hulls, While around them screamed the gulls, Flying low — flying low. I have wondered why they stayed From me, sailing round the world ; And I've said, " I'm half afraid That their sails will ne'er be furled.
Página 74 - Ah ! each sailor in the port Knows that I have ships at sea, Of the waves and winds the sport, And the sailors pity me. Oft they come and with me walk, Cheering me with hopeful talk, Till I put my fears aside, And, contented, watch the tide Kise and fall, rise and fall.