My love she's but a lassie, by the author of 'Queenie'.Hurst and Blackett, 1875 |
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... nature's madness , Too small , almost , for the life and gladness That over - filled her . " R. BROWNING . NE August afternoon , precisely at the ONE time when the 4.15 train was bound to leave the busy , over - crowded Middleland ...
... nature's madness , Too small , almost , for the life and gladness That over - filled her . " R. BROWNING . NE August afternoon , precisely at the ONE time when the 4.15 train was bound to leave the busy , over - crowded Middleland ...
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... nature's madness , Too small , almost , for the life and gladness That over - filled her . " R. BROWNING . NE August afternoon , precisely at the ONE time when the 4.15 train was bound to leave the busy , over - crowded Middleland ...
... nature's madness , Too small , almost , for the life and gladness That over - filled her . " R. BROWNING . NE August afternoon , precisely at the ONE time when the 4.15 train was bound to leave the busy , over - crowded Middleland ...
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... natural pitch . " But if it's only tasks for punishment , I would never mind , Miss Mabel , dear . Why , only last week you were nigh crying because she would teach you nothing her- self , nor yet get you masters . " " If the tasks were ...
... natural pitch . " But if it's only tasks for punishment , I would never mind , Miss Mabel , dear . Why , only last week you were nigh crying because she would teach you nothing her- self , nor yet get you masters . " " If the tasks were ...
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... nature had intended , with a secret contemptuous enmity against whoever had so ranged himself on the side of the oppressor . ) " What a fright he must have thought me , with my hair down , and that old short frock ! " " I have let down ...
... nature had intended , with a secret contemptuous enmity against whoever had so ranged himself on the side of the oppressor . ) " What a fright he must have thought me , with my hair down , and that old short frock ! " " I have let down ...
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... nature of this attack so took aback that unusually confident person- age that for a moment or so she was dumb ; then , recovering herself , answered glibly , with conscious virtue , " Mr. Bennet was so good as to sharpen me 22 MY LOVE ...
... nature of this attack so took aback that unusually confident person- age that for a moment or so she was dumb ; then , recovering herself , answered glibly , with conscious virtue , " Mr. Bennet was so good as to sharpen me 22 MY LOVE ...
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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...