Tales and Trifles, from Blackwood's and Other Popular Magazines, כרך 1William Tegg&Company, 1849 |
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
AGNES MANDEVILLE answered arms Arnaud du Tilh BEATRICE beautiful Bertrand de Rols Bremen Brittorno Caen called Captain Brown Christine circumstance countenance Court of Session Crosbie daughter dear Jane death door dreadful dream dungeon Elnathan exclaimed eyes father fear feel Felix Binocular felt Fitzroy followed fore Francis gazed grave hand happy head heard heart heaven hope hour husband Indian innocent Jane Jane Douglas knew lady Last Judgment laugh lived look MALAVOLTI mind Miriam morning mother mystery never night once passed person POLENTA pounds preter replied round seemed SEYMOUR Sieur d'Anglade sigh silent sleep soon sorrow soul spirit spoke stood stranger tears thee thing Thirlby thou thought Thoulouse thousand tion took Trehearn utter Verruchio Vivenzio voice VOLTI walked weep Weser wife Winterfield wish words wretched young
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 177 - Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem ; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart ; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
עמוד 84 - I will sing unto the LORD as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.
עמוד 121 - I'll have of perfume, vapoured 'bout the room, To lose ourselves in; and my baths, like pits To fall into, from whence we will come forth And roll us dry in gossamer and roses. . . . My meat shall all come in, in Indian shells, Dishes of agate, set in gold, and studded With emeralds, sapphires, hyacinths, and rubies. The tongues of carps, dormice, and camels...
עמוד 176 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides...
עמוד 199 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
עמוד 134 - P. What Riches give us let us then inquire: Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat, clothes, and fire. Is this too little? would you more than live? Alas! 'tis more than Turner finds they give. Alas! 'tis more than (all his visions past) Unhappy Wharton, waking, found at last!
עמוד 122 - I'll go look A little, how it heightens. [Exit.] MAM. Do. — My shirts I'll have of taffeta-sarsnet,* soft and light As cobwebs; and for all my other raiment, It shall be such as might provoke the Persian, Were he to teach the world riot anew. My gloves of fishes and birds' skins, perfum'd With gums of paradise, and Eastern air SUR.
עמוד 326 - A voice from the east, a voice from the west, a voice from the four winds, a voice against Jerusalem and the holy house, a voice against the bridegrooms and the brides, and a voice against this whole people!
עמוד 292 - ... yet had space enough to live — and, muttering some incoherent words, sink down again, to pass through the same fierce vicissitudes of delirious sleep. The morning of the fourth day dawned upon Vivenzio. But it was high noon before his mind shook off its stupor, or he awoke to a full consciousness of his situation. And what a fixed energy of despair sat upon his pale features, as he cast his eyes upwards, and gazed upon the THREE windows that now alone remained ! The three! — there were no...
עמוד 293 - In the midst of these lamentations, Vivenzio noticed that his accustomed meal, with the pitcher of water, had been conveyed, as before, into his dungeon. But this circumstance no longer excited his surprise. His mind was overwhelmed with others of a far greater magnitude. It suggested, however, a feeble hope of deliverance ; and there is no hope so feeble as not to yield some support to a heart bending under despair. He resolved to watch, during the ensuing night, for the signs he had before observed...