The Ladies' PageantEdward Verrall Lucas Macmillan, 1908 - 371 Seiten A collection of extracts concerning women. |
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... seemed to be aware of her existence . In that great lottery where domestic happiness is staked , Burke was thoroughly successful . Whatever may be his future troubles , it is much to remember that at his fireside there is and will be ...
... seemed to be aware of her existence . In that great lottery where domestic happiness is staked , Burke was thoroughly successful . Whatever may be his future troubles , it is much to remember that at his fireside there is and will be ...
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... seemed most placid yet unfathomable ; but when illuminated by some lively emotion , they beamed upon the beholder like stars . The hands of Fayaway were as soft and delicate as those of any countess ; for an entire exemption from rude ...
... seemed most placid yet unfathomable ; but when illuminated by some lively emotion , they beamed upon the beholder like stars . The hands of Fayaway were as soft and delicate as those of any countess ; for an entire exemption from rude ...
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... seemed milk , in milk it was so white . Drummond of Hawthornden Molly Mog , or the Fair Maid of the Inn 88 The Ladies ' Pageant PHILLIS MOLLY THE ROMANY GIRL A W Kinglake Herman Melville Drummond of Haw- thornden John R W Emerson Thomas ...
... seemed milk , in milk it was so white . Drummond of Hawthornden Molly Mog , or the Fair Maid of the Inn 88 The Ladies ' Pageant PHILLIS MOLLY THE ROMANY GIRL A W Kinglake Herman Melville Drummond of Haw- thornden John R W Emerson Thomas ...
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... seemed she to Riouffe in her Prison . " Something more than is usually found in the looks of women painted itself , " says Riouffe , " in those large black eyes of hers , full of expression and sweetness . She spoke to me often , at the ...
... seemed she to Riouffe in her Prison . " Something more than is usually found in the looks of women painted itself , " says Riouffe , " in those large black eyes of hers , full of expression and sweetness . She spoke to me often , at the ...
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... seemed to have been wet . Fouquier - Tinville's questions had been “ brutal ; " offended female honour flung them back on him , with scorn , not without tears . And now , short preparation soon done , she too shall go her last road ...
... seemed to have been wet . Fouquier - Tinville's questions had been “ brutal ; " offended female honour flung them back on him , with scorn , not without tears . And now , short preparation soon done , she too shall go her last road ...
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beauty bezide blushing bright Charles Lamb Charlotte Charlotte Corday charming cheek creature daughter dear death delight doth dress E. V. LUCAS eyes face fair fancy Fanny Kemble flower gentle girl give Godiva grace grave grow the rashes hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven honour Horace Walpole hour husband Joseph Addison kind kiss knew Lady laugh Leigh Hunt Leofric light Limavaddy live look Lord lov'd luve Lydia White Madam Liberality maid maidens Mary mind Mistress morning mother nature never night noble Norah Creina Nurse o'er passion poor praise pretty queen Robert Burns rose round sche sing sister smile soft soul speak sweet Molly T. E. Brown talk tell things Thomas Fuller thou thought Twas 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 waylay.
Seite 126 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 186 - And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief ; Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she.
Seite 18 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own.
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 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 76 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
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 188 - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reach'd the shore, " Where tempests never beat, nor billows roar,"* And thy loved Consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.
Seite 18 - Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.