The Treasure of Heaven: A Romance of RichesDodd, Mead, 1906 - 427 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
aint Angus Reay answered Arbroath beautiful breath Brookfield Bunce called Charlie child Cleeve Abbey Cornwall cottage cuckoo dark David Helmsley dead dear eerd eyes face father gave gently gits give glance Gleam gone Good-night hand happy head heart heaven Helmsley looked Helmsley smiled Helmsley's Joltram Kiddie kind laughed live Lord Wrotham Lucy Sorrel MARIE CORELLI marry Mary Matt Peke millionaire mind Minehead Miss Tranter murmured never night nodded old David Omar Khayyám Owlett paused portmanteau pretty Prue replied rich road rose round seemed silence Sir Francis slowly soft soul stood sudden suddenly sure sweet talk tell there's thing thought told took tramp trampin Trusty turned Twitt Vesey village voice walk watched Weircombe What's wild thyme wind woman wonder yerb
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Seite 93 - No, no, no life : Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never ! — Pray you undo this button : thank you, sir.
Seite 180 - If the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you. If ye were of the world, the world would love his own : but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
Seite 51 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreathed trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same ; And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Seite 93 - And whatsoever mine eyes desired I kept not from them, I withheld not my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced in all my labour: and this was my portion of all my labour.
Seite 143 - And I shall thereupon Take rest, ere I be gone Once more on my adventure brave and new: Fearless and unperplexed, When I wage battle next, What weapons to select, what armour to indue.
Seite 143 - Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage, Life's struggle having so far reached its term : Thence shall I pass, approved A man, for aye removed From the developed brute ; a god though in the germ.
Seite 16 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of LOVE, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Seite 153 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
Seite 153 - In short," as our friend expressed himself, " the dragoons and Highlanders divided the honours of the day, and on that occasion, at least, the race was to the swift, and the battle to the strong.