Her Infinite Variety: A Feminine Portrait GalleryEdward Verrall Lucas Methuen, 1908 - 371 Seiten |
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... voice , my heart beguiles , Beguiles my heart , I know not why , And yet I love her till I die . . . . Cupid is winged and doth range Her country so , my love doth change : But change she earth , or change she sky , Yet will I love her ...
... voice , my heart beguiles , Beguiles my heart , I know not why , And yet I love her till I die . . . . Cupid is winged and doth range Her country so , my love doth change : But change she earth , or change she sky , Yet will I love her ...
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... voice , like flight of dove Through minster arches floating , With sudden turns , when love Gets overnear to doting ; Keen lips , that shape soft sayings Like crystals of the snow , With pretty half - betrayings Of things one may not ...
... voice , like flight of dove Through minster arches floating , With sudden turns , when love Gets overnear to doting ; Keen lips , that shape soft sayings Like crystals of the snow , With pretty half - betrayings Of things one may not ...
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... voice is a low , soft music , not formed to rule in public assemblies , but to charm those who can distinguish a company from a crowd ; it has this advantage , you must come close to her to hear it . To describe her body describes her ...
... voice is a low , soft music , not formed to rule in public assemblies , but to charm those who can distinguish a company from a crowd ; it has this advantage , you must come close to her to hear it . To describe her body describes her ...
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... voice adds to persuasion candour , and to candour kindness , in evidence which receives , although it needs . not , a sure corroboration in her eyes . Waiting for her smile is the most delightful of anticipations , and when it comes it ...
... voice adds to persuasion candour , and to candour kindness , in evidence which receives , although it needs . not , a sure corroboration in her eyes . Waiting for her smile is the most delightful of anticipations , and when it comes it ...
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... voices of the folk are so loud under this archway . Godiva ( to herself ) . God help them ! good kind souls ! I hope they will not crowd about me so to - morrow . O Leofric ! could my name be forgotten ! and yours alone remembered ! But ...
... voices of the folk are so loud under this archway . Godiva ( to herself ) . God help them ! good kind souls ! I hope they will not crowd about me so to - morrow . O Leofric ! could my name be forgotten ! and yours alone remembered ! But ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty bright Charlotte Charlotte Corday charming cheek countenance creature daughter dear death delight doth dress EUGÉNIE DE GUÉRIN eyes face fair fancy Fanny Kemble flowers gentle girl give Godiva grace grave hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honour Horace Walpole hour Joseph Addison kind kiss knew Lady laugh Leigh Hunt Leofric live look Lord lov'd Lydia White Madam Liberality maid Maple Grove Mary mind Miss Anne Mistress morning mother nature never night noble o'er old Aunt Mary's passion poor pray pretty Queen rose round Saint Saint Zita sche seemed seen sister smile soft soul speak sweet Molly T. E. Brown talk tears tell thee things Thomas Fuller thou thought Twas Virgin virtue voice W. E. Henley wife woman women wonder young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 19 - 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 way-lay.
Seite 18 - Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Seite 22 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Seite 128 - Not to a rage ; patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once ; her smiles and tears Were like a better...
Seite 29 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Seite 124 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Seite 177 - Two of far nobler shape, erect and tall, Godlike erect, with native honour clad In naked majesty, seem'd lords of all ; And worthy seem'd : for in their looks divine The image of their glorious Maker shone, Truth, wisdom, sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom...
Seite 20 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Seite 116 - 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 80 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...