Maidenhood, Or, The Verge of the StreamFrederick Warne and Company, 1877 - 440 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
answered Arthur Grey asked Aunt Ada Aunt Bell Aunt Mary Aunt Olive beauty believe Bertie Bessie better blushed brother Burnet by-and-bye Captain Greville casket Charlie child conservatory course cousin croquet daughter dear delighted diamonds drawing-room dress Edie Edith exclaimed Flora exclaimed Kate eyes fault fear feel felt Fernlea Flora Greville George Gertrude give glad Grace grandmamma gravely Greville's Grey's Grosvenor Place hand happy heard heart Honora honour hope John Trevor Kate's Katherine knew laughed London looked luncheon mamma marry Marsden Miss Greville Miss Haynes Miss Kate Miss Leslie morning Morton mother Nellie never niece night once Otto Emerson pause poor pretty rector remember replied Romsey seal sighed sister smiling sorry spoke sure talk tell thank thought told Tom Hawkins took truth Twelfth Night vexed walked Walter Duncan wish young girl young lady
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Página 255 - O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown : Yet must thou hear a voice — Restore the dead ! Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee ! — Restore the dead, thou sea ! BRING FLOWERS.
Página 432 - Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Página 415 - In many ways doth the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal ; But in far more th' estranged heart lets know The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show.
Página 362 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love! No more of me you knew. 'This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.
Página 40 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares. Honor to those whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs, And by their overflow Raise us from what is low...
Página 225 - THE world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest ; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is his who skills of comfort best ; Whom by the softest step and gentlest tone Enfeebled spirits own, And love to raise the languid eye, When, like an angel's wing, they feel him fleeting by...
Página i - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth. O, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Página 315 - O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on...
Página 122 - Who art thou, that wouldst grave thy name Thus deeply in a brother's heart ? Look on this Saint, and learn to frame Thy love-charm with true Christian art.
Página 92 - Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!