Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey, Zväzok 2Bernhard Tauchnitz, 1851 - 316 strán (strany) |
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... suppose legally : at any rate , Catherine , destitute of cash and friends , cannot disturb his possession . " Nobody , " said Zillah , " ever approached her door , ex- cept that once , but I ; and nobody asked anything about her . The ...
... suppose legally : at any rate , Catherine , destitute of cash and friends , cannot disturb his possession . " Nobody , " said Zillah , " ever approached her door , ex- cept that once , but I ; and nobody asked anything about her . The ...
Strana 35
... suppose this resemblance disarmed Mr. Heathcliff : he walked to the hearth in evident agitation ; but it quickly subsided as he looked at the young man : or , I should say , altered its character ; for it was there yet . He took the ...
... suppose this resemblance disarmed Mr. Heathcliff : he walked to the hearth in evident agitation ; but it quickly subsided as he looked at the young man : or , I should say , altered its character ; for it was there yet . He took the ...
Strana 36
... suppose the most potent to arrest my ima- gination , is actually the least : for what is not connected with her to me ? and what does not recall her ? I cannot look down to this floor , but her features are shaped on the flags ! In ...
... suppose the most potent to arrest my ima- gination , is actually the least : for what is not connected with her to me ? and what does not recall her ? I cannot look down to this floor , but her features are shaped on the flags ! In ...
Strana 78
... suppose it is Miss Grey ) I am surprised that you should allow them to dirty their clothes in that manner ! Don't you see how Miss Bloomfield has soiled her frock ? and that Master Bloom- field's socks are quite wet ? and both of them ...
... suppose it is Miss Grey ) I am surprised that you should allow them to dirty their clothes in that manner ! Don't you see how Miss Bloomfield has soiled her frock ? and that Master Bloom- field's socks are quite wet ? and both of them ...
Strana 137
... suppose , - but which " No , I really detest them all ; but Harry Meltham is the handsomest and most amusing , and Mr. Hatfield the cleverest , Sir Thomas the wickedest , and Mr. Green the most stupid . But the one I'm to have , I suppose ...
... suppose , - but which " No , I really detest them all ; but Harry Meltham is the handsomest and most amusing , and Mr. Hatfield the cleverest , Sir Thomas the wickedest , and Mr. Green the most stupid . But the one I'm to have , I suppose ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
ACTON BELL Agnes AGNES GREY amuse answered Ashby Park asked better Bloomfield carriage Catherine cheerful church cold companion course cried dear delight door Earnshaw Edward Weston exclaimed eyes face father fear feel felt flame of hope friends garden girl glad good-morning governess half hand happy Hareton Hatfield hear heard heart Heathcliff heaven hope Horton Lodge keep knew labour Lady Ashby laugh live look mamma Mark Wood Mary Ann master Meltham mind Miss Grey Miss Matilda Miss Murray morning mother Nancy Nancy Brown never papa pleasure poor pupils quiet rat-catcher replied Rosalie schoolroom scorn seemed Sir Thomas sister smile soon speak spirit suppose sure Susan Green talk tell thee things thou thought told trouble walk Weston wish wonder words Wuthering Heights &c young ladies Zillah
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Strana 153 - God's mercy, and with a quiet conscience; therefore if there be any of you, who by this means cannot quiet his own conscience herein, but requireth further comfort or counsel, let him come to me, or to some other discreet and learned Minister of God's Word, and open his grief...
Strana 294 - With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
Strana 290 - Set your slaves to spy ; threaten me with shame : But neither sire nor dame, nor prying serf shall know, What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow. What I love shall come like visitant of air, Safe in secret power from lurking human snare ; What loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray, Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.
Strana 51 - His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, I started ; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead: but his face and throat were washed with rain ; the bedclothes dripped, and he was perfectly still. The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt no more : he was dead and stark...
Strana 292 - I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.
Strana 273 - There is a spot mid barren hills Where winter howls and driving rain; But, if the dreary tempest chills, There is a light that warms again.
Strana 52 - But poor Hareton, the most wronged, was the only one that really suffered much. He sat by the corpse all night, weeping in bitter earnest. He pressed its hand, and kissed the sarcastic, savage face that every one else shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned him with that strong grief which springs naturally from a generous heart, though it be tough as tempered steel.
Strana 290 - THE VISIONARY. Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees. Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor; Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door; The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far: I trim it well, to be the wanderer's guiding-star. Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame! Set your slaves to spy; threaten...
Strana 293 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere : I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in thee ! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts : unutterably vain ; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thine infinity ; So surely anchored...