Lord Arthur Savile's crime; The portrait of Mr. W.H., and other storiesC.T. Brainard, 1909 |
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Strana 27
... beauty , and that set in storm . These rustics , too , with their rough , good - humoured voices , and their nonchalant ways , what a strange London they saw ! A London free from the sin of night and the smoke of day , a pallid , ghost ...
... beauty , and that set in storm . These rustics , too , with their rough , good - humoured voices , and their nonchalant ways , what a strange London they saw ! A London free from the sin of night and the smoke of day , a pallid , ghost ...
Strana 30
... beauty ; the lips were slightly parted , and seemed made for sweet music ; and all the tender purity of girlhood looked out in wonder from the dreaming eyes . With her soft , clinging dress of crêpe - de - chine , and her large leaf ...
... beauty ; the lips were slightly parted , and seemed made for sweet music ; and all the tender purity of girlhood looked out in wonder from the dreaming eyes . With her soft , clinging dress of crêpe - de - chine , and her large leaf ...
Strana 41
... asserted itself , and even when Sybil flung herself weeping into his arms , he did not falter . The beauty that stirred his senses had touched his conscience also . He felt that to wreck so fair a LORD SAVILE'S CRIME . 41.
... asserted itself , and even when Sybil flung herself weeping into his arms , he did not falter . The beauty that stirred his senses had touched his conscience also . He felt that to wreck so fair a LORD SAVILE'S CRIME . 41.
Strana 77
... beauty was a beauty moulded out of many mysteries - the beauty , in fact , which is psycho- logical , not plastic - and the faint smile that just played across the lips was far too subtle to be really sweet . " Well ? " he cried ...
... beauty was a beauty moulded out of many mysteries - the beauty , in fact , which is psycho- logical , not plastic - and the faint smile that just played across the lips was far too subtle to be really sweet . " Well ? " he cried ...
Strana 171
... beauty , though evidently somewhat effeminate . In- deed , had it not been for the dress and the closely cropped hair , one would have said that the face , with its dreamy wistful eyes , and its delicate scarlet lips , was the face of a ...
... beauty , though evidently somewhat effeminate . In- deed , had it not been for the dress and the closely cropped hair , one would have said that the face , with its dreamy wistful eyes , and its delicate scarlet lips , was the face of a ...
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Strana 202 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Strana 213 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read; And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Strana 205 - Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer ' This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse...
Strana 211 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing. And like enough thou know'st thy estimate : The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are- all determinate.
Strana 206 - And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Strana 181 - Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime ; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
Strana 208 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Strana 212 - THEY that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Strana 200 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Strana 213 - Your name from hence immortal life shall have, Though I, once gone, to all the world must die.