Annis Warleigh's fortunes, by Holme Lee, صفحة 121،المجلد 31863 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alice Alice's amongst Annis arrived Arthur Hill asked aunt Delia auntie Dee bairn beautiful better Brookfall by-and-by Carrie Martin child Claymire cried dear Dicky doctor dropt excitement eyes face fancy father feel felt friends Frith garden Gilsland Gipsy gone Grace happy hear heard heart Hurtledale Hurtlemere House John Withers Katherine knew Lady Foulis Laurence's listened living looked Lupton married Mary Wray merry Andrew mind Miss Crispe Miss Delia Miss Flora Miss Rachel Mistress Dobie morning Mortimer Warleigh never night nurse old lady Oliver Warleigh once Ostend papa Penslaven perhaps pleasant poor pretty Prior's Bank quiet Rachel Withers rectory Remagen replied RICHARD ALLISON round Sacharissa Tulip silence Sinclair Ferrand Sir Laurence Warleigh sister Flo stood Sunshine Sunshine's talk tell things thought told vext voice walked wastry Whinstane wife window wish woman words young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 231 - There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy Till 'Cherry-ripe
الصفحة 55 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
الصفحة 55 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
الصفحة 55 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
الصفحة 117 - Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
الصفحة 18 - Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine ? There Harold gazes on a work divine, A blending of all beauties ; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.
الصفحة 1 - one half of the world does not know how the other half lives.
الصفحة 17 - At what time the hole in the wall was made is as much a mystery to me as it is to you...
الصفحة 157 - Except that they messed and foraged together they did not seem to have much to say to each other. They were near Edward where he stood behind the rifle-pit. "I reckon," said the elder, " that the cotton air blooming mighty pretty, 'long about now.
الصفحة 155 - He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! " The sparrow's chirrup on the roof. The slow clock ticking, and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof...