The Pastor's Fire-side: A Novel, Svazek 3 |
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Strana 14
The Pastor of Lindisfarne had once paused on the page of Shakespeare , which
his nephew was reading to his cousins :" Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell
! It fell upon a little western flower ; Before milk - white , now purple with love's ...
The Pastor of Lindisfarne had once paused on the page of Shakespeare , which
his nephew was reading to his cousins :" Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell
! It fell upon a little western flower ; Before milk - white , now purple with love's ...
Co říkají ostatní - Napsat recenzi
Na obvyklých místech jsme nenalezli žádné recenze.
Další vydání - Zobrazit všechny
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
Altheim answer apartment appeared arrived believed bosom brought carriage charge commands continued Count Countess cried dare daughter death demand determined door doubt drew Duke Duke de Ripperda Elizabeth Emperor Empress enemies entered exclaimed eyes face father fear feel felt followed give hand happiness head heard heart honour hope hour immediately interest Italy King knew letter live looked Lorenzo Louis Majesty manner Marchioness Marquis Martini master meet ment mind minister moment Montemar mother nature never night noble object officer once Otteline passed perda person political present pressed Prince Princess prison Queen received remained replied respecting returned Ripperda seemed seen shew side smile soul Spain Spanish spirit spoke Stanhope stood sword thing thought tion told took turned voice warden Wharton wishes woman young
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Strana 14 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Strana 374 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Strana 49 - God : and he that does a base thing in zeal for his friend, burns the golden thread that ties their hearts together ; it is a conspiracy, but no longer friendship.
Strana 233 - Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.