Tricotrin, by 'Ouida'. |
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actress amongst answered asked beauty better bohemian breath bright eyes caress Chasselas child clematis colour Coriolis creature cruel dark daugh Dionysus dream Estmere face fair fairy fairy-story fancy Faust flowers flushed France gaze glance gold golden grace Grand'mère grapes grew hair half hand happy head heard heart honour Hudibrastic innocent jewels knew laughed light lips Lirà listened lived Loire lord Madame meerschaum mère mirth Mistigri murmured never night noble old woman once pain Paris passed passion peasant Pharamonde pity pleasure pretty pride prince proud rich Roi Doré roofs of Paris rose Sarazin scarlet scorn shame sigh silence smile softly soul stood sunny sweet tears tell tender thing thought touched Trico Tricotrin looked Turgot turned uncon Villiers Virelois Viva's voice Waif Wandering Jew whilst women wonder words wrath young youth
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Seite 115 - GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honored, ever sung, Stained with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes, Dance upon the mazer's brim. In the crimson liquor swim; From thy plenteous hand divine, Let a river run with wine. God of youth, let this day here Enter neither care nor fear!
Seite 115 - God Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honoured, ever sung, Stained with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes, Dance upon the mazer's ' brim, In the crimson liquor swim ; From thy plenteous hand divine, Let a river run with wine. God of youth...
Seite 218 - Zoroaster says that he who sows the ground with diligence acquires more religious merit than he who repeats ten thousand prayers: and I believe he is right." " That may be; yet the sowing is only for the body, the meditations may well enrich the mind, or as men call it, the soul." " That is true. And a great thought makes the world richer than ten shipments of gold. But, believe me, Earl Eustace, because the hands labor, it does not follow that the soul lies barren of tillage. Goethe knew what beautiful...
Seite 88 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Seite 2 - J'ai faim!" she cried, with a plaintive self-pity: bread would be better than the butterflies. " Hungry ? " he answered, addressing her as he was wont to do Mistigri. " I have nothing for you. Who brought you there, you Waif and Stray ? Put down there and left, to get rid of the trouble of you, apparently ? Well, D'Alembert was dropped down in the streets, and found a foster-mother in a milkwoman, and he did pretty well afterward. Perhaps some dainty De Tencin brought you likewise into the world,...
Seite 13 - M. le Maire can find none to claim her, she shall stay with you, grand'mere, and, as for the food, that shall not trouble you ; I will have a care of that " " You? Holy Jesus ! how good !" " Not in the least. I abetted her in her ignorant and ridiculous desire to exchange a pleasant death among the clematis for all the toil and turmoil of prolonged existences; I am clearly responsible for my share in the folly. I cut the meshes that her sagacious mother had knotted so hardily ; I must accept my part...
Seite 10 - Can-can measure if you are a bad clever one. Which will it be, I wonder ? " " Mon Dieu, it is an angel!" murmured Grand'mere; "such hair, like silk, — such eyes, — such a rose for a mouth ! And left to die of hunger and cold! Ah, may the Holy Mary find her out and avenge her crime, the wicked one...
Seite 12 - Certainly it is. But if the most notable Mayor can do nothing except send this foundling among the others, would you like better to keep her ?" Grand'mere Virelois was silent and thoughtful a minute; then her little bright eyes glanced up at him from under their white linen roofing, with a gleam in them that was between a smile and a tear. " You know how I lost them, Tricotrin. One in Africa, — one at the Barricades, — one crushed under a great marble block, building the Prefet's palace And then...
Seite 12 - Ah ! the little angel ! What does the barbarous brutal heart of stone deserve ?:> " What it will get if it lodge in the breast that rags and tatters cover, — what it will not get if it lodge in the breast that heaves under silks and laces." "True enough! But the good God will smite in his own time. Oh, little one, how could they ever forsake thee ?" cried Grand'mere, caressing afresh the child who was laughing and well content in her friendly and tender hold. "Then you are going to adopt her ?"...