Domesticus: A Tale of the Imperial CityC. Scribner's sons, 1886 - 281 էջ |
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Domesticus a Tale of the Imperial City (Classic Reprint) William Allen Butler Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2018 |
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Էջ 212 - CD, of , party of the second part, at or before the ensealing and delivery of these presents, the receipt whereof is hereby acknowledged, have granted, bargained, sold, assigned, transferred and set over, and by these presents do grant, bargain...
Էջ 165 - I feared it would come to this," she said, softly, as she made him sit beside her, with his hand in hers, " and now, dearest, I hope it may not be as bad as you have dreaded." The Princess had not been crushed to the earth, nor struck speechless, nor was she going to die. The Prince's fears, for her relieved, turned upon himself again, " It is as bad as can be ; I have lost everything." " Not your good name, I am sure ; not your wife, for she is beside you ; not your children, for they are all safe...
Էջ 166 - ... she said, drawing him still nearer to her, " that I will not be made sad while you and the children are left to me. Wherever we are all together, there will be home and happiness, whether we have much or little." . . . " You are sure you are not putting all this on, just to keep me up," said the poor Prince, still clinging to the shadow.
Էջ 125 - HEIDA (sings to a harp). She was fresh and she was fair, Glossy was her golden hair ; Like a blue spot in the sky Was her clear and loving eye. He was true and he was bold, Full of mirth as he could hold; Through the world he broke his way With jest, and laugh, and lightsome lay. Love ye wisely, love ye well; Challenge then the gates of Hell. Love and truth can ride it out, Come bridal song or battle shout.
Էջ 25 - ... Domesticus could assume any nationality at pleasure, and change, as he saw fit, his name, his country, or his skin, as well as his spots, which he was always changing, for he no sooner got comfortably into one than he was uncomfortably on the outlook for another. He was an arch cosmopolitan. His drag-net was thrown over every nook and corner of the globe ; it seemed to the Princess as if her premises were a sort of rendezvous for all its races. Now it was Domesticus Anglicanus, who had stood...
Էջ 167 - ... said the Princess, rising and standing before him, her whole presence taking on an air of dignity he had never seen so marked before. " I am as honest in this as I have always been in everything. Did I not take you for richer or poorer, and of what use am I if, when poverty comes, I cannot help you to bear it? I do not care how bad things may be. Your home shall always be happy, if my heart and hands can make it so. All I ask is your love to make my labor light.
Էջ 196 - Felpham is a sweet place for study, because it is more spiritual than London. Heaven opens here on all sides her golden gates : her windows are not obstructed by vapours ; voices of celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard and their forms more distinctly seen ; and my cottage is also a shadow of their houses.
Էջ 25 - ... work, for the time, a delightsome thing and forecast of permanent peace, but presently loving the youthful greengrocer or the stalwart butcher, not wisely but too well, and thereupon becoming as limp as one of her own dishcloths, and losing all working or waking sense in Love's young dream. Domesticus could assume any nationality at pleasure, and change, as he saw fit, his name, his country, or his skin, as well as his spots, which he was always changing, for he no sooner got comfortably into...