Trilby: A NovelHarper, 1894 - 464 σελίδες |
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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Alice Anatole des Arts Angèle asked Bagot Bashibazoucks beautiful bel canto Ben Bolt bien Billee's blanchisseuse c'est Café Carrel charm Cockpen Dame daughter dear delight Dieu dine Dodor dream Durien English eyes face felt Fitzroy Square fond French friends Gecko genial hand happy hear heard heart Hôtel immense Jeannot kind kissed knew la Svengali lady Laird laugh Little Billee live looked Lorrimer Madame Svengali Madame Vinard Malbrouck marry Marta mirontaine mironton Mon ami Pierrot Monsieur morning mother ness never night O'Ferrall once paint painter Paris Passefil père Place St play poor pretty quartier latin round sang seemed sight sing sister sitting smile song studio sweet sweet Alice Taffy Taffy's talk tears tell things thought told took Trilby Trilby O'Ferrall Trilby's turned Vibraye voice walked wife woman wonder Wynne young Zouzou
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 249 - Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment; Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
Σελίδα 284 - Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreath, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath. Oh, could I feel as I have felt, — or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanish'd scene ; As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be, So, midst the wither'd waste of life, those tears would flow to me.
Σελίδα 378 - Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, — Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?
Σελίδα 222 - And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest ; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and gray beneath.
Σελίδα 4 - Dust and ashes!" So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old.
Σελίδα 209 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Σελίδα 464 - A little work, a little play To keep us going — and so, good-day! A little warmth, a little light Of love's bestowing — and so, good-night! A little fun, to match the sorrow Of each day's growing — and so, good-morrow ! A little trust that when we die We reap our sowing! And so— good-bye!
Σελίδα 222 - The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others...
Σελίδα 23 - 'Oh, certainly, if you will be so kind.' "Miss O'Ferrall threw away the end of her cigarette, put her hands on her knees as she sat cross-legged on the model-throne, and sticking her elbows well out, she looked up to the ceiling with a tender, sentimental smile, and sang the touching song, " 'Oh, don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? Sweet Alice, with hair so brown?
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