Lady-Bird: A Tale, Bind 1Tauchnitz, 1853 - 326 sider |
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Side 38
... amusing to know a few people . Even such a little thing as that gives one something to think about . " If Gertrude had at that moment dived into the thoughts of the little mouse by her side , she would have seen her innocent ...
... amusing to know a few people . Even such a little thing as that gives one something to think about . " If Gertrude had at that moment dived into the thoughts of the little mouse by her side , she would have seen her innocent ...
Side 53
... amused her imagina- tion . It reminded her of their former intimacy , and she did not dislike the thought that he preserved a sort of respectful remembrance of it , tinged with a shade of romance , that did not in the least interfere ...
... amused her imagina- tion . It reminded her of their former intimacy , and she did not dislike the thought that he preserved a sort of respectful remembrance of it , tinged with a shade of romance , that did not in the least interfere ...
Side 59
... amused them all . Nobody knew of it at the Grange , and no one thought it odd at the cottage . Time went on , and no events marked its course . In gloom and in sunshine , through the winter and the summer , it sped its onward way ...
... amused them all . Nobody knew of it at the Grange , and no one thought it odd at the cottage . Time went on , and no events marked its course . In gloom and in sunshine , through the winter and the summer , it sped its onward way ...
Side 71
... amusing very droll at times , and strangely eloquent at others . She reads an immense deal , I believe . " " Does she care for music ? " derful voice ; but never having been taught , I don't " She has a most beautiful voice , — quite a ...
... amusing very droll at times , and strangely eloquent at others . She reads an immense deal , I believe . " " Does she care for music ? " derful voice ; but never having been taught , I don't " She has a most beautiful voice , — quite a ...
Side 81
... amuse- ment of any sort , that the return of an old playfellow who formerly contributed so much to her enjoyment should have been indifferent to her , or that she should not have been ready to renew an acquaintance which had once given ...
... amuse- ment of any sort , that the return of an old playfellow who formerly contributed so much to her enjoyment should have been indifferent to her , or that she should not have been ready to renew an acquaintance which had once given ...
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admiration Adrien d'Arberg amongst amused answered asked Audley Park beauty birds called charm cheek child Christina of Sweden clever colour Crofton dear delight dream Edgar ejaculated excitement exclaimed eyes face fancy Father Lifford favourite feel felt flowers fly away home genius Gertrude Gertrude's girl hand happy hear heard heart heartsease Heaven hope imagination Italy kind knew Lady Clara Lady Roslyn Lady-Bird laughed lessons Lifford Grange lived looked maid Mamma manner Mark Apley marriage Mary Mary Grey Mary's Maurice Redmond mean ment mind Miss Apley Miss Lifford mother never nosegay once parterre passion perhaps pianoforte play pleasure racter rose seemed silent sitting smile sort soul speak spirit Stonehouseleigh strange suffering suppose sweet talk tell thee thing thought turned voice walked water-cresses window wish Woodlands words young
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Side 200 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Side 60 - With goddess-like demeanour forth she went, Not unattended ; for on her, as queen, A pomp of winning graces waited still, And from about her shot darts of desire Into all eyes, to wish her still in sight.
Side 20 - High lift the banner of your pride ! But know that where its sheet unrolls, The weight of blood is on your souls ! Go where the havoc of your kerne Shall float as high as mountain fern ! Men shall no more your mansion know ; The nettles on your hearth shall grow ! Dead, as the green oblivious flood That mantles by your walls, shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away ! away to Athunree ! Where, downward when the sun shall fall, The raven's wing shall be your pall ! And not a vassal shall unlace...
Side 94 - Tis amazement more than love, Which her radiant eyes do move : If less splendour wait on thine, Yet they so benignly shine, I would turn my dazzled sight To behold their milder light. But as hard 'tis to destroy That high flame, as to enjoy: Which how...
Side 216 - Stood on my feet; about me round I saw Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains, And liquid lapse of murmuring streams; by these, Creatures that lived and moved, and walked or flew, Birds on the branches warbling; all things smiled; 266 With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflowed.
Side 20 - Each hand down pow'rless fell, And go to Athunree !* I cried, High lift the banner of your pride ! But know that where its sheet unrolls The weight of blood is on your souls ! Go where the havoc of your kerne Shall float as high as mountain fern ! Men shall no more your mansion know ! The nettles on your hearth shall grow I Dead as the green oblivious flood, That mantles by your walls, shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away...
Side 235 - She floated o'er life like a noontide breeze Or cradled vapour on sunny seas, Or an exquisite cloud in light arrayed, Which sails through the sky, and can throw no shade; She cared for no sympathy — living in throngs Of her own sunny thoughts and her mute inward songs.
Side 19 - Of day-spring, rush'd we through the glade, And saw at dawn the lofty bawn Of Castle-Connor fade. Sweet was to us the hermitage Of this unplough'd, untrodden shore ; Like birds all joyous from the cage, For man's neglect we loved it more, And well he knew, my huntsman dear, To search the game with hawk and spear ; While I, his evening food to dress, Would sing to him in happiness.
Side 18 - Oh, come with me : Our bark is on the lake, behold Our steeds are fasten'd to the tree. Come far from Castle-Connor's clans : Come with thy belted forestere, And I, beside the lake of swans, Shall hunt for thee the fallow-deer ; And build thy hut, and bring thee home The wild-fowl and the honey-comb ; And berries from the wood provide, And play my clarshech* by thy side. Then come, my love...
Side 216 - I cast aside my eye, And saw a medlar-tree was planted nigh : The spreading branches made a goodly show, And full of opening blooms was every bough.