My love she's but a lassie, by the author of 'Queenie'.Hurst and Blackett, 1875 |
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... Madame ; " and then , with her face concealed by the paper from all eyes save Huntley's - of whose observation she was most likely unaware , - gave a look of such fiendish detestation at the head of her unconscious step - mother , that ...
... Madame ; " and then , with her face concealed by the paper from all eyes save Huntley's - of whose observation she was most likely unaware , - gave a look of such fiendish detestation at the head of her unconscious step - mother , that ...
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... Madame , -my step- mother , I mean - never takes me with her . " ( Wat rightly guessed the term was used to avoid that one sacred to her own mother ) . " She went to walk with poor papa a little , and I feel lonely somehow among many ...
... Madame , -my step- mother , I mean - never takes me with her . " ( Wat rightly guessed the term was used to avoid that one sacred to her own mother ) . " She went to walk with poor papa a little , and I feel lonely somehow among many ...
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... Madame , I had an accident , " she said , plucking up courage and going quickly forward . " I went wandering off alone , and fell down a steep place ; and this gentleman picked me up - and - and- " There she stopped , stammering . Who ...
... Madame , I had an accident , " she said , plucking up courage and going quickly forward . " I went wandering off alone , and fell down a steep place ; and this gentleman picked me up - and - and- " There she stopped , stammering . Who ...
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... expecting some evil doom or other , from old experience - a boding confirmed by Hitchcocks , who , tear- fully summoning her to Madame's room , whispered to her charge that something bad was surely coming MY LOVE , SHE'S BUT A LASSIE . 53.
... expecting some evil doom or other , from old experience - a boding confirmed by Hitchcocks , who , tear- fully summoning her to Madame's room , whispered to her charge that something bad was surely coming MY LOVE , SHE'S BUT A LASSIE . 53.
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... Madame took a curious but real pleasure in trying how long she could make this torture last , without maddening the sufferer to the utmost ; but at last she grew impatient . She had already from every point taunted the girl with her ...
... Madame took a curious but real pleasure in trying how long she could make this torture last , without maddening the sufferer to the utmost ; but at last she grew impatient . She had already from every point taunted the girl with her ...
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My Love She's But a Lassie, by the Author of 'Queenie' Maria Henrietta De La Cherois-Crommelin No preview available - 2016 |
My Love She's But a Lassie, by the Author of 'Queenie' Maria Henrietta De La Cherois-Crommelin No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 111 - Tell me, where is fancy * bred, Or in the heart, or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies : Let us all ring fancy's knell ; I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 199 - No spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
Page 251 - A sweet attractive kind of grace ; A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books — I trow that count'nance cannot lye, Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
Page 217 - bide my time," But my heart will leap at a scene like this And I half renew my prime. Play on ! Play on ! I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing.
Page 202 - Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry. But my love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town. We were a comely sight to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysel in cramasie.
Page 137 - I WEIGH not fortune's frown or smile; I joy not much in earthly joys; I seek not state, I seek not style; I am not fond of fancy's toys. I rest so pleased with what I have, I wish no more, no more I crave.
Page 217 - bide my time: " But my heart will leap at a scene like this, And I half renew my prime. Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Page 153 - That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair Waits me there In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul For the goal, When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb Till I come. But he looked upon the city, every side, Far and wide, All the mountains topped with temples, all the glades...
Page 9 - I gallop'd on my palfrey white as milk, My robe was of the .sea-green woof, my serk was of the silk; My hair was golden yellow, and it floated to my shoe, My eyes were like two harebells bathed in little drops of dew; My palfrey, never stopping, made a music sweetly blent With the leaves of autumn dropping all around me as I went; And I heard the bells, grown fainter, far behind me peal and play, Fainter, fainter, fainter, fainter, till they...