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Pàgina 307
... Silvan's rose . CHAPTER III . HOW LISETTE FOLLOWED IN PURSUIT OF SILVAN'S ROSE . THE brook seemed to laugh so heartily , that Lisette began to scold ; and then the brook seemed sorry for what it had done , and its waters would stop with ...
... Silvan's rose . CHAPTER III . HOW LISETTE FOLLOWED IN PURSUIT OF SILVAN'S ROSE . THE brook seemed to laugh so heartily , that Lisette began to scold ; and then the brook seemed sorry for what it had done , and its waters would stop with ...
Pàgina 308
... Silvan's rose in her possession ? And so she was enticed onward still . Presently the brook entered a narrow cleft of rock , where there was no room for footpath by its side ; but then the stream was here quite smooth , and the rose was ...
... Silvan's rose in her possession ? And so she was enticed onward still . Presently the brook entered a narrow cleft of rock , where there was no room for footpath by its side ; but then the stream was here quite smooth , and the rose was ...
Pàgina 310
... Silvan here ! " The fairy touched a beautiful white rose , and was about to pluck it . " " Pluck it not ! pluck it not ! " cried Lisette in alarm . " It will be formed again , my child . " - " Nay , " said Lisette , " but I will not ...
... Silvan here ! " The fairy touched a beautiful white rose , and was about to pluck it . " " Pluck it not ! pluck it not ! " cried Lisette in alarm . " It will be formed again , my child . " - " Nay , " said Lisette , " but I will not ...
Pàgina 311
... Silvan's rose ; but then she had recovered it , and she pressed it fondly against her bosom , without fear that she should destroy its beauty ; for she knew now that she could not kill the rose by pressing it to her bosom , any more ...
... Silvan's rose ; but then she had recovered it , and she pressed it fondly against her bosom , without fear that she should destroy its beauty ; for she knew now that she could not kill the rose by pressing it to her bosom , any more ...
Pàgina 312
... Silvan laughed . " We will try , " said Lisette ; " look , Silvan , -hereby I wish this rose may last for ever , and in that case promise that my love lasts with it . If the rose fade " - " What , then , Lisette ? " - " It cannot fade ...
... Silvan laughed . " We will try , " said Lisette ; " look , Silvan , -hereby I wish this rose may last for ever , and in that case promise that my love lasts with it . If the rose fade " - " What , then , Lisette ? " - " It cannot fade ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 192 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Pàgina 253 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Pàgina 299 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more: Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Pàgina 252 - Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! I tell thee churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
Pàgina 301 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Pàgina 480 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
Pàgina 297 - Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
Pàgina 191 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Pàgina 230 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Pàgina 479 - Is man no more than this ? Consider him well : Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume : — Ha ! here's three...