LucileChapman and Hall, 1860 - 361 lappuses |
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1.5. rezultāts no 30.
10. lappuse
... dear Jack ? Indeed ! why COUSIN JOHN . Can't you guess it ? Not I. LORD ALFRED . COUSIN JOHN . Because I have nothing that's better to do . I had rather be bored , my dear Alfred , by you , On the whole ( I must own ) , than be bored by ...
... dear Jack ? Indeed ! why COUSIN JOHN . Can't you guess it ? Not I. LORD ALFRED . COUSIN JOHN . Because I have nothing that's better to do . I had rather be bored , my dear Alfred , by you , On the whole ( I must own ) , than be bored by ...
14. lappuse
... dear Cousin John ! " leave · · · I must At the jeweller's the bracelet which you broke last night ; I must call for the music . ' Dear Alfred is right : ' The black shawl looks best : will I change it ? of course ' I can just stop , in ...
... dear Cousin John ! " leave · · · I must At the jeweller's the bracelet which you broke last night ; I must call for the music . ' Dear Alfred is right : ' The black shawl looks best : will I change it ? of course ' I can just stop , in ...
15. lappuse
... dear fellow , Matilda is jealous , you know , as Othello . You joke . LORD ALFRED . COUSIN JOHN . I am serious . Why go to Serchon ? Don't ask me . John . LORD ALFRED . I have not a choice , my dear Besides , shall I own a strange sort ...
... dear fellow , Matilda is jealous , you know , as Othello . You joke . LORD ALFRED . COUSIN JOHN . I am serious . Why go to Serchon ? Don't ask me . John . LORD ALFRED . I have not a choice , my dear Besides , shall I own a strange sort ...
17. lappuse
... Dear Jack , Bref ! I do . COUSIN JOHN . One word ... stay Are you really in love with Matilda ? LORD ALFRED . What a question ! Of course . Love , eh ? COUSIN JOHN . With Madame de Nevers ? Never really 2 CANTO I. ] LUCILE . 17 ...
... Dear Jack , Bref ! I do . COUSIN JOHN . One word ... stay Are you really in love with Matilda ? LORD ALFRED . What a question ! Of course . Love , eh ? COUSIN JOHN . With Madame de Nevers ? Never really 2 CANTO I. ] LUCILE . 17 ...
19. lappuse
... dear Jack ? Besides , ' twas my fault the engagement was broken . * 0 , Shakespeare ! how couldst thou ask ' What's in a name ? ' Tis the devil's in it , when a bard has to frame English rhymes for alliance with names that are French ...
... dear Jack ? Besides , ' twas my fault the engagement was broken . * 0 , Shakespeare ! how couldst thou ask ' What's in a name ? ' Tis the devil's in it , when a bard has to frame English rhymes for alliance with names that are French ...
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Alfred Vargrave answer'd appear'd aught beauty Bigorre bosom bow'd breast brow Countess COUSIN JOHN dark dear deep door doubt dream Duc de Luvois Duke earth emotion enter'd Eugène de Luvois Euroclydon exclaim'd eyes face fail'd faint fair feel felt fix'd follow'd France gaze genius grief hand hath heard heart heaven hope lady life's light lips live lone look look'd LORD ALFRED Lucile de Nevers man's Matilda milord mountain murmur'd neath night nosegay o'er once pain pale Paradise Bird pass'd passion perchance Pyrenees reach'd replied reveal'd rose round Saint Saviour seem'd Seraphine Serchon sigh'd sight silence Sir Ridley smile soft sorrow soul star stood strange strife sweet tears thee things thou thought thro truth turn'd Twas twill Twixt vex'd voice watch'd wife wild wind woman word yore young youth
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