'Cherry ripe!' By the author of 'Comin' thro' the rye'. |
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Adam arms asked awakened bability beauty bell of St blue eyes breast breath Brentford brows cheek CHERRY RIPE cicisbeo Colin colour creature curse dared dastard dead dogcart door dream drew Dundas earth face to face fancy fear fell Flora flowers forgive gazed gentle girl girl's gone grave Hampton Court hand happy head heard heart hour husband knew lifted lips living looked Mert's mind miserable Miss Mignon mistress Montrose morning Muriel never night once overmastering pale passed passion paused Philip Philip La Mert pity poor Prue Prue's returned Rosemary Scotland Yard seemed shame side sight simple trust sister sleep slowly soul stood strange surely sweet tell terrible thing thought told trembling truth turned twas uttered voice wait walked wandering watch weary wife woman words words of love young
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Sivu 73 - COULD ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, In the old likeness that I knew, I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, Douglas, Douglas, tender and true.
Sivu 286 - That he that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself, for every man hath need to be forgiven.
Sivu 106 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then, heigh, ho*! the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp, As friend remembered not.
Sivu 105 - ... winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Beeause thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Sivu 145 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care ? Thou'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird, That wantons thro' the flowering thorn : Thou minds me o' departed joys, Departed never to return. Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine ; And ilka bird sang o' its love, And fondly sae did I o
Sivu 9 - Now that we are up," she said, " I should like to know what we are going to do with ourselves at this unholy hour ? Talk about the early bird getting the worm ; I heartily agree with Dundreary, the more fool the worm to be up so early !" A footman entered bearing the morning's letters, which he handed to Mrs. Dundas. Mignon was in the act of leaving the room when an exclamation from Flora arrested her steps. " What do you think ?" cried that young matron, her face beaming with smiles. "Elise (my...
Sivu 88 - He entered in the house — his home no more, For without hearts there is no home ; — and felt The solitude of passing his own door Without a welcome...
Sivu 134 - Leaves are light, and useless, and idle, and wavering, and changeable : they even dance : yet God has made them part of the oak. In so doing He has given us a lesson not to deny the stout-heartedness within, because we see the lightsomeness without.
Sivu 217 - She was but a few yards away when the man, abandoning his intent watch of Mignon, suddenly flung his arms high above his head, his face being for a moment lifted to the sky, then, swaying forward, fell across the grave, his head almost at the girl's feet. Prue paused abruptly, all fear of violence or insult gone from her heart, but in their place an intense loathing and hatred that made her tremble like a leaf as she stood, for she had recognised in the man before her he who had blighted her mistress's...
Sivu 176 - Prue sadly wondered what might be the tale of temptation, of force, and of speedy disillusionment that perchance would fall from the pale lips had they the power to utter reason. Surely this man had used her in some cruel fashion, that so soon, so incredibly soon, she crept back to the home she had shamed, as being the only refuge open to her ? It was no longer a childish face upon which Prue looked ; it had aged four or five years in the past week, and the simple trusting look was, so to speak,...