The history of PendennisEstes & Lauriat, 1896 |
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... Blanche et blonde , " and she looked at her face and made a moue in the glass ; and never stopped for Laura's answer to the questions which she had put . - Blanche was fair , and like a sylph . She had fair hair , with green reflections ...
... Blanche et blonde , " and she looked at her face and made a moue in the glass ; and never stopped for Laura's answer to the questions which she had put . - Blanche was fair , and like a sylph . She had fair hair , with green reflections ...
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... Blanche , " she said , " everything in the room is pretty ; and you are the prettiest of all . " The other smiled , looked in the glass , went up and took both of Laura's hands , and kissed them , and sat down to the piano , and shook ...
... Blanche , " she said , " everything in the room is pretty ; and you are the prettiest of all . " The other smiled , looked in the glass , went up and took both of Laura's hands , and kissed them , and sat down to the piano , and shook ...
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... Blanche unlocked " Mes Larmes " for him , and imparted to him some of the plaintive outpourings of her own tender Muse . It appeared from these poems that the young crea- ture had indeed suffered prodigiously . She was familiar with the ...
... Blanche unlocked " Mes Larmes " for him , and imparted to him some of the plaintive outpourings of her own tender Muse . It appeared from these poems that the young crea- ture had indeed suffered prodigiously . She was familiar with the ...
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... Blanche unlocked “ Mes Larmes ” for him , and imparted to him some of the plaintive outpourings of her own tender Muse . It appeared from these poems that the young creature had indeed suffered prodigiously . She was familiar with the ...
... Blanche unlocked “ Mes Larmes ” for him , and imparted to him some of the plaintive outpourings of her own tender Muse . It appeared from these poems that the young creature had indeed suffered prodigiously . She was familiar with the ...
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... Blanche struck hers only to the saddest of tunes ; and sang elegies over her dead hopes , dirges over her early frost - nipped buds of affection , as became such a melan- choly fate and Muse . Her actual distresses , as we have said ...
... Blanche struck hers only to the saddest of tunes ; and sang elegies over her dead hopes , dirges over her early frost - nipped buds of affection , as became such a melan- choly fate and Muse . Her actual distresses , as we have said ...
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acquaintance admiration Arthur Pendennis asked Baronet Baymouth beautiful began Bell Bingley Blanche blushed Boniface Bows called Captain Costigan carriage Chatteris Clavering Park cried Curate daugh daughter dear delighted dinner Doctor Portman Douglas Ives Duke of Kent Emily eyes face Fairoaks father Foker girl Glanders hand happy heart Helen honest honor knew laughing letter little Laura London looked Lord Lord Steyne Madame Fribsby Major Pendennis marriage marry Milly Miss Amory Miss Costigan Miss Fotheringay mother nephew never night Oxbridge passion Pen's Pendennis's play Pontypool poor Pen pretty Pynsent round Saint Boniface Sir Derby Sir Francis Sir Francis Clavering smile Smirke sure talk Tatham tender theatre thought took tutor uncle verses Wagg walked widow wine woman women wonder young fellow young gentleman young lady young rascal
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 96 - It is best to love wisely, no doubt : but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
Seite xi - ONE fine morning in the full London season, Major Arthur Pendennis came over from his lodgings, according to his custom, to breakfast at a certain Club in Pall Mall, of which he was a chief ornament.
Seite 202 - Clavering westwards towards the sea — the place appears to be so cheery and comfortable that many a traveller's heart must have yearned towards it from the coach-top, and he must have thought that it was in such a calm friendly nook he would like to shelter at the end of life's struggle.
Seite 78 - In love with such a little ojus wretch as that stunted manager of a Bingley?" She bristled with indignation at the thought. Pen explained it was not of her he spoke, but of Ophelia of the play. " Oh, indeed ; if no offence was meant, none was taken : but as for Bingley, indeed, she did not value him — not that glass of punch." Pen next tried her on Kotzebue. " Kotzebue ? who was he 1 " — " The author of the play in which she had been performing so admirably.
Seite 222 - Ah, sir — a distinct universe walks about under your hat and under mine — all things in nature are different to each — the woman we look at has not the same features, the dish we eat from has not the same taste to the one and the other — you and I are but a pair of infinite isolations, with some 161 fellow-islands a little more or less near to us.
Seite v - Since the author of Tom Jones was buried, no writer of fiction among us has been permitted to depict, to his utmost power, a MAN. We must drape him, and give him a certain conventional simper. Society will not tolerate the Natural in our Art.
Seite 34 - Pen never liked to halt, but made his tutor construe when he was at fault, and thus galloped through the Iliad and the Odyssey, the tragic play-writers, and the charming wicked Aristophanes (whom he vowed to be the greatest poet of all). But he went so fast that, though he certainly galloped through a considerable extent of the ancient country, he clean forgot it in after-life, and had only...