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Marjorie Daw and Other People. Author's Ed Thomas Bailey Aldrich Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2016 |
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Agamenticus Anchor Street Andrew Jackson Andy Anglice beautiful Bilkins mansion Bladburn Blakely breakfast broken candle Capulet chamber Charley and Talbot child colonel cried cunners dead dear DELANEY TO JOHN Dillon door Dorine Dorine's dream dropped EDWARD DELANEY Elsinore Émile eyes face fancy father fell fellow fingers flower garden gentleman girl gone Greenton hair Hamlet hand heart hour Jaffrey Jaffrey's JOHN FLEMMING Juliet lady laugh les misérables letters light lips live look Mademoiselle Olympe Marjorie Daw Mercutio mind Miss Daw morning neighbours never night O'Rourke's Ophelia passed Père Antoine perhaps Place Vendôme play Ponkapog préfet Prince Rivermouth road Romeo seemed Sewell Silas smile stood Strong theatre There's thing thought town trapeze turned Twiller Tybalt Van Twiller Verona walked Watkins wind window woman wonder young Zabriski
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Σελίδα 145 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Σελίδα 278 - Imperial Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away: O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw!
Σελίδα 246 - Wait till you come to Forty Year. Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Grizzling hair the brain doth clear — Then you know a boy is an ass, Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to Forty Year.
Σελίδα 13 - MY DEAR JACK: — I had a line from Dillon this morning, and was rejoiced to learn that your hurt is not so bad as reported. Like a certain personage, you are not so black and blue as you are painted.
Σελίδα 18 - I'm of the time of Pharaoh. I lie from morning till night on a lounge, staring into the hot street. Everybody is out of town enjoying himself. The brown-stone-front houses across the street resemble a row of particularly ugly coffins set up on end. A green mould is settling on the names of the deceased, carved on the silver door-plates. Sardonic spiders have sewed up the key-holes. All is silence and dust and desolation. — I interrupt this a moment, to take a shy at Watkins with the second volume...
Σελίδα 43 - I accept things as people do in dreams. Now that I am again in my room, it all appears like an illusion, — the black masses of Rembrandtish shadow under the trees, the fireflies whirling in Pyrrhic dances among the shrubbery, the sea over there, Marjorie sitting on the hammock! It is past midnight, and I am too sleepy to write more. Thursday Morning. My father has suddenly taken it into his head to spend a few days at the Shoals. In the meanwhile you will not hear from me. I see Marjorie walking...
Σελίδα 16 - I would hasten down to the Surf House and catch one for you ; or, better still, I would find you one over the way. Picture to yourself a large white house just across the road, nearly opposite our cottage. It is not a house, but a mansion, built, perhaps, in the colonial period, with rambling extensions, and gambrel roof, and a wide piazza on three sides — a self-possessed, high-bred piece of architecture, with its nose in the air.
Σελίδα 21 - Who's her lover? You cannot imagine how this will occupy me. The more trifling the better. My imprisonment has weakened me intellectually to such a degree that I find your epistolary gifts quite considerable. I am passing into my second childhood. In a week or two I shall take to India-rubber rings and prongs of coral. A silver cup, with an appropriate inscription, would be a delicate attention on your part. In the mean time, write!
Σελίδα 48 - A plague o' both your houses," say you. I will keep you informed, as well as I can, of what occurs over the way. We shall remain here until the second week in September. Stay where you are, or, at all events, do not dream of joining me. . . . Colonel Daw is sitting on the piazza looking rather wicked.
Σελίδα 107 - ... great cities, though seldom or never in suburban places, where the field may be supposed too restricted for their operations — persons who have no perceptible means of subsistence, and manage to live royally on nothing a year. They hold no government bonds, they possess no real estate (our neighbors did own their house), they toil not, neither do they spin; yet they reap all the numerous soft advantages that usually result from honest toil and skilful spinning. How do they do it ? But this...