A Summer Amongst the Bocages and the Vines, Volume 1R. Bentley, 1840 - 411 pagina's |
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Pagina 7
... feet endure when without sabots they venture along the rugged ways of a French city . The people of Caen are uniformly civil , cheer- ful , and good - humoured , constantly talking and laughing , industrious , and , to all appearance ...
... feet endure when without sabots they venture along the rugged ways of a French city . The people of Caen are uniformly civil , cheer- ful , and good - humoured , constantly talking and laughing , industrious , and , to all appearance ...
Pagina 26
... feet . Here he would lie for hours , giving himself up to melancholy reflections and regret , and sing the most mournful songs , one of which may be rendered as follows . " Thou art to me less than a shade By fragile leaves of autumn ...
... feet . Here he would lie for hours , giving himself up to melancholy reflections and regret , and sing the most mournful songs , one of which may be rendered as follows . " Thou art to me less than a shade By fragile leaves of autumn ...
Pagina 27
... feet buskins that glit- tered like water or dew . On her head was a tiara of jewels , and her fair hair was so fine that the wind waved it about in long wreaths , like the tendrils of the wild vine . She was singing , and these were the ...
... feet buskins that glit- tered like water or dew . On her head was a tiara of jewels , and her fair hair was so fine that the wind waved it about in long wreaths , like the tendrils of the wild vine . She was singing , and these were the ...
Pagina 28
... feet , but in an instant she was gone , and the space was vacant by the fountain where she had been . He was not long , however , in the state of disappointment into which this disappearance had thrown him , for he heard a soft voice ...
... feet , but in an instant she was gone , and the space was vacant by the fountain where she had been . He was not long , however , in the state of disappointment into which this disappearance had thrown him , for he heard a soft voice ...
Pagina 43
... feet deep it is situated close to one of the chapels , in the apsis , behind the grand altar . The stained glass , though it has suffered in many of the windows , and is pieced irregularly , is of a very beautiful colour , and many of ...
... feet deep it is situated close to one of the chapels , in the apsis , behind the grand altar . The stained glass , though it has suffered in many of the windows , and is pieced irregularly , is of a very beautiful colour , and many of ...
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A Summer Amongst the Bocages and the Vines: In Two Volumes, Volume 1 Louisa Stuart Costello Volledige weergave - 1840 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 254 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Pagina 76 - Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame, I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart : I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Pagina 319 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Pagina 103 - Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own ; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal Love.
Pagina 180 - Nay now, pretty heiress, — hold, Know'st thou Fontenelle by sight?" — " No, but I have heard it told He is fierce and fell as night ; And I hear my nurses say That he steals young maids away ! Ay ! and more than all the rest, That he loves an heiress best.
Pagina 255 - Thou hadst been betrothed and wed, Wed to Manna, fairest maid, She to whom thy vows were paid : Then thou wouldst have lived to see Children climbing round thy knee, Children with their merry din Letting joy and pleasure in.
Pagina 341 - She is speaking of St. Sebastian on the Loire :— " This wu a spot formerly held in great reverence, and the scene of much monkish mummery on occasion of presenting a gigantic candle to the patron saint, which was placed in a boat instead of a mast, and was borne with infinite ceremony to the church of St. Sebastian.
Pagina 305 - When I left the house of my father I was only twelve years old — when I followed my beloved student, my dear Abaylard. ' When I went to Nantes with my dear student, Heaven can tell I knew no language but Breton. ' All I knew, 0 my God ! was to say my prayers when I was at home, little, in my father's house. ' But now I am learned — very learned in all lore. The language of the Franks, and Latin, I know — and I can read and write well. ' Yes, I can read in the book of the Gospels, and write...
Pagina 255 - I swiftly go, Rise upon thy wings of snow, Fly far o'er the stormy sea, Bid my son return to me. Fly where battle's thunders sound, Gaze with piercing eye around, Go — midst carnage fierce and wild, Bring me tidings of my child !" " 'Tis my mother's dove I see Wont amidst the wood to be ; Now he...
Pagina 330 - Beauty is best in a body that hath rather dignity of presence, than beauty of aspect. The beautiful prove accomplished, but not of great spirit ; and study, for the most part, rather behaviour than virtue. 64. The best part of beauty is that which a picture cannot express.