MissyDoubleday, Page, 1920 - 354 páginas |
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Airy Fairy Arthur asked Aunt Isabel Aunt Nettie baby Beale Isoud beautiful began blushed boys Briggs Cherryvale church colour dance dark dear door dotted Swiss dream dress Ed Martin fairy father feel flowers gazed Genevieve girl glance grandma grown-ups Gypsy hair hand harper passing head heard heavenly Iolanthe Keokuk kind King Arthur kiss Kitty Allen lady laughed look loved Miss Princess Missy felt Missy knew Missy's eyes moon mother mysterious nasturtium never night O'Neill organdie parlour paused Pete Pieker's pink Pleasanton Polly Currier Poppy porch pretty Raymond Bonner Reverend MacGill Rocky Ford Romance Saunders seemed shining sigh smile soft soul strange suddenly summerhouse supper sure sweet talk Tess Tess's things thought thrill turned Uncle Charlie voice waiting walked white fox furs window wished wonderful words Young Doc
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Página 236 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Página 81 - BIRTHDAY. My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the...
Página 291 - Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing. Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Página 46 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 13 - Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Página 107 - Then they laughed and made good cheer, and either drank to other freely, and they thought never drink that ever they drank to other was so sweet nor so good. But by that their drink was in their bodies, they loved either other so well that never their love departed for weal neither for woe. And thus it happed the love first betwixt Sir Tristram and La Beale Isoud, the which love never departed the days of their life.
Página 236 - BEFORE the beginning of years, There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a glass that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell...
Página 138 - ... Aunt Priscilla's arguments, detestable though they be, are unhappily quite unanswerable. To her own heart she confesses this much, and the little gay French song dies on her lips, and the smile fades from her eyes, and a very dejected and forlorn expression comes and grows upon her pretty face. It is more than pretty, it is lovely — the fair, sweet childish face, framed in by its yellow hair ; her great velvety eyes, now misty through vain longing, are blue as the skies above her; her nose...
Página 138 - ... and then break loose from bondage, while her lashes, long and dark, curl upward from her eyes, as though hating to conceal the beauty of the exquisite azure within. She is not tall, and she is very slender, but not lean. She is wilful, quick-tempered, and impetuous, but large-hearted and lovable. There is a certain haughtiness about her that contrasts curiously but pleasantly with her youthful expression, and laughing kissable mouth. She is straight and lissome as a young ash-tree ; her hands...
Página 138 - DOWN the broad oak staircase — through the silent hall . — into the drawing-room runs Lilian, singing as she goes. The room is deserted ; through the half-closed blinds the glad sunshine is rushing, turning to gold all on which its soft touch lingers, and rendering the large, dull, handsome apartment almost comfortable. Outside everything is bright, and warm, and genial, as should be in the heart of summer; within there is only gloom — and Lilian clad in her mourning robes. The contrast is...