For One Man's Pleasure: A NovelW.H. Allen, 1885 - 308 من الصفحات |
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For One Man's Pleasure: A Novel (1885) <span dir=ltr>Nellie Fortescue-Harrison</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2009 |
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Adrian another's answered arms artist asked beauty Bertha better charm child Chiswick Clairmont clasped Claude Hamilton Claude's darling dear dream earnestly England excitement eyes face faithful fancy father fear feel felt forget forgive gazing girl give glance gloaming hand happiness heart honour kiss knew Lady Nugent Lady Stella Dacre laughed lips listen live Lohengrin looked Lord Arrowdale Lord Nugent loving heart Mademoiselle Delacourt marriage marry Monaco mother Muriel murmured Naples never night once pain passed passion perhaps piano pleasure poor present prima donna promise pure quiet replied round side silent sing smile softly sorrow speak spoke St John's Wood stood strange sweet tell tender thank thing thought told tones took trembling true turned utter Violet Fane voice watch weary whispered wife wish women wonder words
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 122 - I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden ; Thou needest not fear mine ; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion ; Thou needest not fear mine ; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine.
الصفحة 74 - ... would be laid at your feet: Love that should help you to live, Song that should spur you to soar. All things were nothing to give Once to have sense of you more, Touch you and taste of you, sweet, Think you and breathe you and live, Swept of your wings as they soar, Trodden by chance of your feet. I that have love and no more Give you but love of you, sweet: He that hath more, let him give; He that hath wings, let him soar; Mine is the heart at your feet Here, that must love you to live.
الصفحة 229 - There will no man do for your sake, I think, What I would have done for the least word said. I had wrung life dry for your lips to drink, Broken it up for your daily bread : Body for body and blood for blood, As the flow of the full sea risen to flood That yearns and trembles before it sink, I had given, and lain down for you, glad and dead.
الصفحة 246 - ... shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met: In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
الصفحة 55 - God restrained not,' as is well said, — does the purest of us walk. There are depths in man that go the length of lowest Hell, as there are heights that reach highest Heaven; — for are not both Heaven and Hell made out of him, made by him, everlasting Miracle and Mystery as he is? — But looking on this Champ-de-Mars, with its tentbuildings and frantic enrolments; on this murky-simmering Paris, with its crammed Prisons (supposed about to burst), with its tocsin-miserere, its mothers
الصفحة 183 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
الصفحة 142 - THE LAST WISH SINCE all that I can ever do for thee Is to do nothing, this my prayer must be : That thou mayst never guess nor ever see The all-endured this nothing-done costs me.
الصفحة 281 - I passed away in silence, Left you lonely, set you free; For my heart was crushed with longing. What had been could never be; It was best to leave you thus, dear Best for you and best for me.
الصفحة iii - ... things she knew not of, that knew not of her, When she played at half a love with half a lover. Time was chorus, gave them cues to laugh or cry ; They would kill, befool, amuse him, let him die ; Set him webs to weave to-day and break to-morrow, Till he died for good in play, and rose in sorrow. What the years mean ; how time dies and is not slain ; How love grows and laughs and cries and wanes again ; These were things she came to know, and take their measure, When the play was played out so...
الصفحة iv - Crown &vo, cloth, y. 6d. each. The following Volumes of the Series are now ready, and can be obtained of all Booksellers in Town and Country, and at all Railway Bookstalls :— MY SISTER THE ACTRESS. By FLORENCE MARRYAT, Author of ' The Root of all Evil,