Daisy's Necklace: and what Came of it: (a Literary Episode.)Derby & Jackson, 1857 - 225 стор. |
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... cold in it ; at every gust the trees in the Parade Ground shook down golden ingots ; and the grass - plots , and the graveled walks , and the marble bowl of the fountain , were paved with emerald and amethyst — a mosaic flooring of ...
... cold in it ; at every gust the trees in the Parade Ground shook down golden ingots ; and the grass - plots , and the graveled walks , and the marble bowl of the fountain , were paved with emerald and amethyst — a mosaic flooring of ...
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... will . I liked the cold , cynical features of Mr. Flint , with his undertaker's aspect ; the child - spirit , Bell ; Daisy Snarle's eyes ; the heart - broken old sailor ; the pale book - keeper ; Tim , the office boy ; 22 PROLOGUE .
... will . I liked the cold , cynical features of Mr. Flint , with his undertaker's aspect ; the child - spirit , Bell ; Daisy Snarle's eyes ; the heart - broken old sailor ; the pale book - keeper ; Tim , the office boy ; 22 PROLOGUE .
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... cold brow with mignionette : hang morning - glories on his icicles : keep him from me forever ! แ " For winter maketh the light heart sad , And thou - thou makest the sad heart gay ! " ' Barry , " said I , " the sunshine has taken me by ...
... cold brow with mignionette : hang morning - glories on his icicles : keep him from me forever ! แ " For winter maketh the light heart sad , And thou - thou makest the sad heart gay ! " ' Barry , " said I , " the sunshine has taken me by ...
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... cold in his , he looked up with fear . He saw her beautiful eyes looking heavenward , and those smiles which wreathe the lips of the young after death - the sun- set of smiles . " Bell ! Bell ! Bell ! " But she did not hear him . The ...
... cold in his , he looked up with fear . He saw her beautiful eyes looking heavenward , and those smiles which wreathe the lips of the young after death - the sun- set of smiles . " Bell ! Bell ! Bell ! " But she did not hear him . The ...
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... cold , Molten , graven , hammered and rolled ; Heavy to get , and light to hold ; Hoarded , bartered , bought and sold ; Stolen , borrowed , squandered , doled ; Spurned by the young , but hugged by the old To the very verge of the ...
... cold , Molten , graven , hammered and rolled ; Heavy to get , and light to hold ; Hoarded , bartered , bought and sold ; Stolen , borrowed , squandered , doled ; Spurned by the young , but hugged by the old To the very verge of the ...
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Daisy's Necklace: and what Came of it: (a Literary Episode.) Thomas Bailey Aldrich Повний перегляд - 1857 |
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angel ANNE RADCLIFFE arms asked Attorney at Law Barescythe Barry beautiful Blackwell's Island bosom child chirography cloth cold cravat cried Daisy Snarle DAISY'S NECKLACE dead DERBY & JACKSON'S door dream edition Edward Walters eyes face father feet fell fingers Flint & Snarle flowers gold grew hair hand Hardwill heard heart Heaven human voice illustrated innocent eyes JACKSON'S PUBLICATIONS John Flint laugh LAURENCE STERNE light lips little Bell looked Michel morning Mortimer Mortimer's Muggins Nanny neck never night novel old house pale paper pearls pleasant poet POETICAL poor portrait Printem & Sellem Ralph reader replied romance SAME-full gilt sides shadow sides and edges sitting sleep smile Snarle's soul speak stairs stood strange sunshine sweet Sycorax tell Theocritus thought touched turned twilight voice watched weary wild wind window wonder words young
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Сторінка 134 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 90 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!
Сторінка 196 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Сторінка 134 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St.
Сторінка 134 - Of fruits and flowers and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings ; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries And twilight saints and dim emblazonings, A shielded 'scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 130 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing : Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying.
Сторінка 91 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Сторінка 90 - O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Сторінка 130 - Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.
Сторінка 134 - ST AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.