Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Volume 39Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1897 |
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... hear her ? That is Adèle , " murmured the Pierrot , as he lounged forward , his eyes dropping with sleep . He shrugged his sloping shoulders . It was indeed Mademoiselle Adèle , of the Folles - Farces , as Paul all of a sudden became ...
... hear her ? That is Adèle , " murmured the Pierrot , as he lounged forward , his eyes dropping with sleep . He shrugged his sloping shoulders . It was indeed Mademoiselle Adèle , of the Folles - Farces , as Paul all of a sudden became ...
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... hear of marriage , it was refused him . So he vowed that if my melancholy was not removed by the announcement of his suit , I might remain in my present state of depression till the end of my days before he would lift a finger to ...
... hear of marriage , it was refused him . So he vowed that if my melancholy was not removed by the announcement of his suit , I might remain in my present state of depression till the end of my days before he would lift a finger to ...
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... hear you repeat them . Permit me to say that I anticipate a great artistic gratification . " Tavernier looked over at Adèle , and murmured something no one could hear . She , her face flushed , seemed ready to spring upon him , take him ...
... hear you repeat them . Permit me to say that I anticipate a great artistic gratification . " Tavernier looked over at Adèle , and murmured something no one could hear . She , her face flushed , seemed ready to spring upon him , take him ...
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... hear him struck to the heart . Tears sprang unbidden to the eyes . It was an appeal , all concealment thrown aside , to the beautiful young girl who stood before him . It told the whole story of their re- lations , of his dumb ...
... hear him struck to the heart . Tears sprang unbidden to the eyes . It was an appeal , all concealment thrown aside , to the beautiful young girl who stood before him . It told the whole story of their re- lations , of his dumb ...
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... hear what Tavernier was saying to Adèle , or himself to have saluted the bride ! But he saw them go without a pang , for this once he recollected the plot of his operetta . He had at last dreamed successfully . And now he had nothing ...
... hear what Tavernier was saying to Adèle , or himself to have saluted the bride ! But he saw them go without a pang , for this once he recollected the plot of his operetta . He had at last dreamed successfully . And now he had nothing ...
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Adèle Adoniram ain't barn beautiful bird Bobbo captain character charm CHRISTOPHER MARTIN WIELAND CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON Cumnor dark dead Dead Sea death Dominique door earth Émile Zola England Ephraim Esther Vanhomrigh eyes face father feel Françoise Gagny GEORGE WITHER give gone grave hand head hear heard heart heaven horse human keeper King light literary literature living looked Mary Wollstonecraft mind Monsieur Doblay Monsieur le Juge mother NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS nature never night numbers o'er old Merlier once OWEN WISTER passed poems poet poetry poor Queen Richard Grant White Rodman round seemed silence sing sleep soldiers song soul Specimen Jones spirit stood sweet Tavernier thee Theodore Winthrop things thou thought Tickler tion trees truth turned verse voice walked whole wife women woods words write Xenophon young
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Página 16209 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 16210 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Página 15914 - God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Página 15899 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Página 16213 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy ; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Página 16209 - The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Página 16209 - Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity 1 There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth; Glad hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms,...
Página 16199 - I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified : We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.
Página 15896 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
Página 15922 - ... sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade; For my taste the blackberry cone Purpled over hedge and stone; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall; Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond, Mine the walnut slopes beyond, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Apples of Hesperides ! Still...