 ... were of a still deeper crimson. Her mouth and chin, they said, were too large and full, and so they might be for a goddess in marble, but not for a woman whose eyes were fire, whose look was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape...  The New England Magazine - 第171页1906全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | 1854 - 718 页
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest love song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity ; whose foot as it planted itself on the...now imperious, now sarcastic, there was no single moTement of hers but w»s beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers... | |
 | 1852 - 390 页
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...sarcastic, there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes, feels young again, and remembers a paragon. So she... | |
 | 1853 - 582 页
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...sarcastic, there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As be thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers a paragon. So she... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1852 - 698 页
...PULCRIOR. 305 voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...sarcastic, there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes, feels young again, and remembers a paragon. So she... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1852 - 198 页
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot, as it planted itself on the...sarcastic — there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers a paragon. So she... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1852 - 702 页
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...motion, whether rapid or slow, was always perfect grace—agile as a nymph, lofty as a queen—now melting, now imperious, now sarcastic—there was... | |
 | 1852 - 524 页
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...motion, whether rapid or slow, was always perfect grace—agile as a nymph, lofty as a queen—now melting, now imperious, now sarcastic, there was no... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1852 - 378 页
...as it planted itfelf on the ground was firm but flexible, and whofe motion, whether rapid or flow, was always perfect grace — agile as a nymph, lofty as a queen — now melting, now imperious, now farcaftick, there was no fingle movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes,... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1853 - 814 页
...was love, whose voice was the sweetest low song, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground...lofty as a queen — now melting, now imperious, now sarcastick, there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1858 - 492 页
...love, whose voice was tlie sweetest low rfong, whose shape was perfect symmetry, health, decision, activity, whose foot as it planted itself on the ground,...sarcastic, there was no single movement of hers but was beautiful. As he thinks of her, he who writes feels young again, and remembers a paragon. So she... | |
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