My love she's but a lassie, by the author of 'Queenie'.Hurst and Blackett, 1875 |
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... matters requiring powerful intellect , brought to bear on specially abstruse sub- jects ; nor had he strength corresponding to the stature of an Anakim . But , though he had secret higher ambitions , he did know at present that he was a ...
... matters requiring powerful intellect , brought to bear on specially abstruse sub- jects ; nor had he strength corresponding to the stature of an Anakim . But , though he had secret higher ambitions , he did know at present that he was a ...
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... matters she chose to in- quire , as might a sleek ferret steadily keeping its nose to the scent despite repelling bram- bles , while stealthily following up its victim to explore the most sacred privacies of his burrow . She did not ...
... matters she chose to in- quire , as might a sleek ferret steadily keeping its nose to the scent despite repelling bram- bles , while stealthily following up its victim to explore the most sacred privacies of his burrow . She did not ...
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... matter , for to her fearless inexperience all men , as yet , seemed her equals , and their friendship as possible as that of man with man . So , being sorry for both herself and him , in having been mutually disappoint- ed , she let ...
... matter , for to her fearless inexperience all men , as yet , seemed her equals , and their friendship as possible as that of man with man . So , being sorry for both herself and him , in having been mutually disappoint- ed , she let ...
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... pencil , as if in doubtfulness about the subject - matter , pursing her lips with an air as if things in general were tangled , and the pattern of affairs lately - 1 hard to cut out . The entry runs as MY LOVE , SHE'S BUT A LASSIE . 117.
... pencil , as if in doubtfulness about the subject - matter , pursing her lips with an air as if things in general were tangled , and the pattern of affairs lately - 1 hard to cut out . The entry runs as MY LOVE , SHE'S BUT A LASSIE . 117.
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... matter at how great a distance - with a kindly smile , as the unbeauteous sunflower turns to the sun . How her feet had danced with impatience as she had slowly followed her father leaning on Madame , in to tea at last . Then , taking ...
... matter at how great a distance - with a kindly smile , as the unbeauteous sunflower turns to the sun . How her feet had danced with impatience as she had slowly followed her father leaning on Madame , in to tea at last . Then , taking ...
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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...