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... Well , then , " said the lovely girl , ad- vancing playfully towards her lady - mother , you have only to suppose that we are now about to repeat it . " Repeat it ! " exclaimed Lady Windermere , in consternation 2 THE MAN WITHOUT SOUL .
... Well , then , " said the lovely girl , ad- vancing playfully towards her lady - mother , you have only to suppose that we are now about to repeat it . " Repeat it ! " exclaimed Lady Windermere , in consternation 2 THE MAN WITHOUT SOUL .
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F Harrison Rankin. Repeat it ! " exclaimed Lady Windermere , in consternation " repeat that excursion ! " Will you never learn to draw distinctions , Alice ? Absolutely , you have no judgment , no discrimination whatever . I lament my ...
F Harrison Rankin. Repeat it ! " exclaimed Lady Windermere , in consternation " repeat that excursion ! " Will you never learn to draw distinctions , Alice ? Absolutely , you have no judgment , no discrimination whatever . I lament my ...
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... exclaimed Alice Windermere , still standing by the window , and watching the long beech avenue , in mo- mentary expectation of the chariot , " give me sunshine now ! Pennersley Crag is so ex- quisite when a flood of gold appears to have ...
... exclaimed Alice Windermere , still standing by the window , and watching the long beech avenue , in mo- mentary expectation of the chariot , " give me sunshine now ! Pennersley Crag is so ex- quisite when a flood of gold appears to have ...
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... exclaimed Alice Windermere ; " you cannot , must not , dislike one whom all love ! " and the colour hastily rose to the cheek at the equi- vocal treatment of her friend's name . " Oh ! if the rule be otherwise universal , " replied Lady ...
... exclaimed Alice Windermere ; " you cannot , must not , dislike one whom all love ! " and the colour hastily rose to the cheek at the equi- vocal treatment of her friend's name . " Oh ! if the rule be otherwise universal , " replied Lady ...
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... exclaimed Miss Grey , still amused at her own perplexity . " Recruit my forces ! Oh ! you unworthy one ! to scramble up the noble side of Pen- nersley Crag for such a commonplace inspira- tion - such a corporal's metaphor ! " " Oh ...
... exclaimed Miss Grey , still amused at her own perplexity . " Recruit my forces ! Oh ! you unworthy one ! to scramble up the noble side of Pen- nersley Crag for such a commonplace inspira- tion - such a corporal's metaphor ! " " Oh ...
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Alice Windermere answered Albert Grey Auget Smith Auget baronet beautiful brother Castle cedar parlour Colonel Grey conceal confess considered Constance Grey continued cottage countenance cousin cried daughter dear delightful dermere doubt dream Dutch turnips duty Emily Auget endeavouring excited exclaimed favour favourite fear feelings felt gentle Grey's hand happiness Haye heard heart Henry Moly Henry Molyneux honour hope hour interest JAMES MOYES Lady Windermere ladyship laughing lips look Lord Byborough Lord Dumbledore Lord John Huron Lord Percy Huron lordship madam marquess Mary Jennings ment mind Miss Auget Miss Grey Miss Windermere morning neux never noble observed painful paused Pennersley perceived perhaps poodle Ralph Jennings rejoined replied Albert Grey replied Constance replied Lord Percy resumed Retreat rience scarcely seat secret silence sister smile speak spirit stance taste thing thought tion to-day tone voice whilst Windermere's Windersleigh Abbey words young farmer
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Strona 200 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
Strona 145 - The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers And heavily in clouds brings on the day The great, th' important day
Strona 138 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Strona 279 - But then I sigh, and with a piece of Scripture, Tell them — that God bids us do good for evil ; And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stolen forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
Strona 17 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites ! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others
Strona 196 - ... or wood so green, Unheard, unsought for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul with happiness. All my joys besides are folly, None so sweet as melancholy.
Strona 45 - Her serious sayings darken'd to sublimity; In short, in all things she was fairly what I call A prodigy — her morning dress was dimity, Her evening silk, or, in the summer, muslin, And other stuffs, with which I won't stay puzzling. XIII She knew the Latin — that is, 'the Lord's prayer...
Strona 159 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strona 138 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII. Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy ; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face...
Strona 43 - In giving me a spotless offering To young Amintor's bed, as we are now For you. Pardon, Evadne; 'would my worth Were great as yours, or that the king, or he, Or both, thought so! Perhaps he found me worthless: But, till he did so, in these ears of mine, These credulous ears, he pour'd the sweetest words That art or love could frame.