Doings in Maryland, Or Matilda DouglasLippincott, 1871 - 304页 |
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Abbettor Allston asked astonishment beau ideal beautiful Becky Sharp Belinda blood Board called carpet-bag Chair CHAPTER cheek child cloth committee daughter dear death doctor door earth exclaimed eyes Fanny Fern fashionable father feel fellow Flax Flum friends gentlemen Gilt girl give hand happy heard heart Heaven honor Hugh Huntemup husband inquired Kelso knew labor lady laugh lips live look ma'am marry Mary Mattie's McGilhooter mean ment mind Miss Bip Miss Douglas Miss Ursa Minor mother neighborhood never night noble OUIDA passed phrenology Podinger poor present Professor Waverly pupils received ruby con scorn servant sick Slytickle smile Snipe society soon soul story sweet teacher tears tell things thou thought tion Uriah Heep wasp wife wish woman Woodmouse wretched young
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第274页 - Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten-golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon!
第150页 - DOUBTLESS the pleasure is as great Of being cheated, as to cheat ; As lookers-on feel most delight That least perceive a juggler's sleight, And still, the less they understand, The more...
第77页 - tis too true; How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot's cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word: O heavy burden!
第94页 - O'er fairy fields; or mourned along the gloom Of pathless woods; or down the craggy steep Hurled headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool; Or scaled the cliff; or danced on hollow winds, With antic shapes, wild natives of the brain?
第284页 - That I must die, it is my only comfort ; Death is the privilege of human nature, And life without it were not worth our taking : Thither the poor, the prisoner, and the mourner, Fly for relief, and lay their burthens down.
第255页 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
第274页 - What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon ! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ! How it dwells On the Future...