 The sun was near his setting ; but the whole of the wide west was illuminated, and threw crimson and scarlet colours on the windows, over which hung a cloud of vine-stalks and changing leaves that dropped by scores on every summons of the blast. There...  Essays and Tales in Prose - Strana 65autor/autoři: Barry Cornwall - 1853Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 598 str.
...— in a parlour full of flowers (herself the fairest) — atnongChina roses andglitteringice-plants, and myrtles which no longer blossomed. She was sitting...even now — through what a waste of years ! — I sec her cheek, at first like a lily — just tinged, but afterwards deepening into the brightest red,... | |
 | 1823 - 622 str.
...changing leaves that dropped by scores on every summons of the blast. There she sate, — in a parlour full of flowers (herself the fairest) — among China...on her cheek as she smiled and bade me welcome. I hare often thought of her since. I look on her, as it seems, even now — through what a waste of years... | |
 | 1823 - 608 str.
...changing leaves that dropped by scores on every summons of the blast. There she sate, — in a parlour full of flowers (herself the fairest) — among China...pink bloom dimpled on her cheek as she smiled and hade me welcome. I have often thought of her since. I look on her, as it seems, even now — through... | |
 | 1823 - 496 str.
...ice-plants, and myrtles which no longer blossomed. She wns sitting (as I entered) in a large arm -chair covered with white, — like a faded Flora ; and was...gentle looks on me, and the pink bloom dimpled on hor chtvk as she smiled and bade me welcome.. I have often thought of her since. I look on her, as... | |
 | 1845 - 440 str.
...longer blossomed. As I entered, she was sitting in a large arm-chair covered with white, like a failed Flora, and was looking at the sun : but she turned...seems, even now — through what a waste of years ! I sec her cheek, at first like a lily just tinged, but afterwards deepening into the brightest red, fronfthe... | |
 | 1845 - 864 str.
...largo arm-chair covered with white, like a frM Flora, and was looking at the sun ; but she turned ber bright and gentle looks on me, and the pink bloom dimpled on her cheek as she smiled and bade me welMHC. I have often thought of her since. I look on her, ii it se«ms, even now — through what a... | |
 | Barry Cornwall - 1877 - 334 str.
...cloud of vine-stalks and changing leaves that dropped by scores on every summons of the blast. . . . She was sitting (as I entered) in a large arm-chair...dimpled on her cheek as she smiled and bade me welcome." Miss R soon afterwards died. The narrator of this incident says nothing of the dumb depth of childish... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1878 - 694 str.
...cloud of vine-stalks and changing leaves, that dropped by scores on every summons of the blast. . '. . She was sitting, as I entered, in a large 'arm-chair...and gentle looks on me, and the pink bloom dimpled in her cheeks as she smiled and bade me weleome. Mr. Patmore remarks that these infantile passions... | |
 | 1878 - 616 str.
...by scores on every summons of the blast. . . . She was sitting, as I entered, in a large arm - chair covered with white, like a faded Flora, and was looking...and gentle looks on me, and the pink bloom, dimpled in her cheeks as she smiled and bade ine welcome. Mr. Patmore remarks that these infantile passions... | |
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