Fern Leaves from Fanny's Port-folio: Second SeriesMiller, Orton & Mulligan, 1854 - 400 עמודים |
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
arms Aunt baby beauty Bessie blessed blue bonnet bread breath bright bright eyes broadcloth Broadway button cheek cherry lips child Christopher Columbus church cigars coat dark dear dinner dollars door dress eyes Ezekiel face Fanny Fern father feet feminity fingers flowers gaze girls hair hand happy Harry Graham head heart Heaven Hetty hour husband Jenny Lind John Howard John Hunter kiss Kitty lady laugh limbs linsey-woolsey lips listen look Madame mamma married Mary Master Grey Meta Miss morning mother never nice night old maid opodeldoc papa passed peep pillow pity pocket poor pretty ringlets rosy round shawl sleep smile Smith soft soul Stubbs Sunday sweet tears tell there's thing turn Vivian Grey voice weary wife wind window woman women Wonder young
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 95 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
עמוד 137 - You, yomig, loving creature, who dream of your lover by night and by day— you fancy that he does the same of you? One hour, perhaps, your presence has captivated him, subdued him even to weakness ; the next, he will be in the world, working his way as a man among men, forgetting, for the time being, your very existence. Possibly, if you saw him, his outer self, so hard and stern, so different from the self you know, would strike you with pain. Or else his inner and diviner self, higher than you...
עמוד 109 - If she be not fair for me, What care I how fair she be r " Ten to one, she 'd have set up that wretch of a Pardiggle for my model.
עמוד 159 - My modest Ellen! tender, thoughtful, true; Thy soul attuned to all sweet harmonies; My pure, proud, noble Ellen! with thy gifts Of genius, grace, and loveliness, half hidden 'Neath the soft veil of innate modesty, How will the world's wild discord reach thy heart To startle and appal!
עמוד 149 - ... away in marriage to their heart's chosen, and wept with you when Death's shadow darkened your door. Never mind that he has laid aside his pen, and listened many a time, and oft, with courteous grace to your tedious, prosy conversations, when his moments were like gold dust; never mind that he has patiently and uncomplainingly accepted at your hands, the smallest pittance that would sustain life, because " the Master" whispered in his ear,
עמוד 113 - ... perfume of a flower, a remembered strain of music, a struggling moonbeam, would bring back old memories, with a crushing bitterness that swept all before it for the moment. But my father's aged hand lingered on my head with a blessing, and my mother's voice had the sweetness of an angel's, as it fell upon my ear. " Time passed on, and I had conquered myself. Your father saw me, and proposed for my hand ; my parents left me free to choose, and Effie dear, are we not happy ?
עמוד 159 - Will shrink abashed and chilled, to learn at length The hateful withering lesson of distrust ! Ah, let her nestle still upon this breast, In which each shade that dims her darling face Is felt and answered, as the lake reflects The clouds that cross yon smiling heaven.
עמוד 256 - He asked no leave to enter, but passed over the threshold into the little " best parlor," and found himself alone with the dead. It was too true ! Dumb were the lips that should have welcomed him ; and the arms that should have enfolded him were crossed peacefully over the heart that beat true to him till the last. Conscience did its office. Long years of mad folly passed in swift review before him ; and over that insensible form a vow was made, and registered in Heaven. " Your mother should have...
עמוד 398 - ... snatch the ripe nut for his winter's store. And we'd look for the shy rabbit ; and the little spotted toad, with its blinking eyes ; and the gliding snake, which creeps out to sun itself on the old gray rock. We'd play hide and seek, in the hollow trunks of old trees; we'd turn away from the gaudy flowers, flaunting their showy beauty in our faces, and search, under the glossy leaves at our feet, for the pale-eyed blossoms which nestle there as lovingly as a timid little fledgling under the mother-bird's...
עמוד 398 - No : we'd all take our dinner-baskets and go into the woods ; we 'd hunt for violets ; we'd lie on the moss under the trees, and look up at the bits of blue sky, through the leafy branches ; we'd hush our breath when the little chipmunk peeped out of his hole, and watch him slily snatch the ripe nut for his winter's store. And we'd look for the shy rabbit ; and the little spotted toad, with its blinking eyes ; and the gliding snake, which creeps out to sun itself on the old gray rock. We'd play hide...