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... brow of Lady Windermere ; whilst the eye and the cheek of her daughter seemed in keeping with the brightness of the day . " Our climate is a provoking one- singu- VOL . I. B larly provoking , " said her ladyship : " it I.
... brow of Lady Windermere ; whilst the eye and the cheek of her daughter seemed in keeping with the brightness of the day . " Our climate is a provoking one- singu- VOL . I. B larly provoking , " said her ladyship : " it I.
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... whilst he compared light mists , floating over the earth , to the airy drapery of a sylph . " " The marquess , having made his party for a dull day , probably had the ingenuity and adroitness to take refuge in that pretty speech ...
... whilst he compared light mists , floating over the earth , to the airy drapery of a sylph . " " The marquess , having made his party for a dull day , probably had the ingenuity and adroitness to take refuge in that pretty speech ...
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... whilst passing through the deep and winding valley of the Coombe , and over the varying undulations of the wide park . The rugged common , too , carpeted with moss and lichen , interspersed with shallow pools bristling with rushes , was ...
... whilst passing through the deep and winding valley of the Coombe , and over the varying undulations of the wide park . The rugged common , too , carpeted with moss and lichen , interspersed with shallow pools bristling with rushes , was ...
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... whilst his eye glanced over the splendid map spread out before them . Constance , your spell over me is partly broken now . You are a favourite goddess of mine , but not my only one . I am now votive at another shrine . " 66 Ungrateful ...
... whilst his eye glanced over the splendid map spread out before them . Constance , your spell over me is partly broken now . You are a favourite goddess of mine , but not my only one . I am now votive at another shrine . " 66 Ungrateful ...
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... whilst standing here ! " " Artists create not , " replied Albert Grey , neither looking at the prospect nor heeding it ; " the finest conceptions of the finest masters are but recollections of realities artfully thrown . together ...
... whilst standing here ! " " Artists create not , " replied Albert Grey , neither looking at the prospect nor heeding it ; " the finest conceptions of the finest masters are but recollections of realities artfully thrown . together ...
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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.