The Lady's Friend, Volume 4Mrs. Henry Peterson Deacon & Peterson, 1864 - Clothing and dress |
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... passed from the room . Once outside , a change came upon the mobile features whose chief charm lay in the changes of expression , shifting , as clouds of sunset passing ever through all moods , sometimes intense emotion burned the olive ...
... passed from the room . Once outside , a change came upon the mobile features whose chief charm lay in the changes of expression , shifting , as clouds of sunset passing ever through all moods , sometimes intense emotion burned the olive ...
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... passed , after praise . her swift , quiet fashion , up the staircase . As she did so , voices whispering touched her sensi- tive ear . She turned , and the smile fell dead upon her lips , for at the farthest end of the hall within the ...
... passed , after praise . her swift , quiet fashion , up the staircase . As she did so , voices whispering touched her sensi- tive ear . She turned , and the smile fell dead upon her lips , for at the farthest end of the hall within the ...
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... passed through her mind , and an expression , pleased and triumphant , touched the mouth so choicely cut , so inflexibly firm . Then she also left the grand suit of drawing - rooms , whose long vistas of brightness showed what art ...
... passed through her mind , and an expression , pleased and triumphant , touched the mouth so choicely cut , so inflexibly firm . Then she also left the grand suit of drawing - rooms , whose long vistas of brightness showed what art ...
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... passed the door , a low , gushing warble , like the caroling of a lark fell upon Miss Meredith's ear . Just a few notes , then the singer , as if re- membering herself , hushed the delicious sweet- ness , and quiet was everywhere ...
... passed the door , a low , gushing warble , like the caroling of a lark fell upon Miss Meredith's ear . Just a few notes , then the singer , as if re- membering herself , hushed the delicious sweet- ness , and quiet was everywhere ...
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... passed ; the dazzling lustre that had made starry spheres of Miss Meredith's eyes in the past , would shine no more , but the soft , clear light that now took up its abiding place , was like that of the planets , serene and fair . The ...
... passed ; the dazzling lustre that had made starry spheres of Miss Meredith's eyes in the past , would shine no more , but the soft , clear light that now took up its abiding place , was like that of the planets , serene and fair . The ...
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answer asked beautiful better blue blue velvet bodice boil boys Brown cashmere chemisette chignon color Countess cried dear Dick door Dora Dorneck dress edge Emily eyes face father feeling felt Fernald flowers Gall George Paradyne girl give green guipure hair hand happy Hazelhurst head heart Henry Jessie knew knit lace Lady Constantia Lady Ilshey ladyship laughed leaves Leek light Loftus looked Miss Brabazon Miss Meredith morning mother muslin never night Onions Orville paletôt peplum Philip poplin pretty put the needle ribbon Roland Rose round scallops seemed side silk silk band Sir Simon skirt smile stamens Stephana stitch sweet Talbot tell thing thought Throckmorton tion told Trace trimmed turned velvet voice walked wife wish woman wonder words young
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Page 474 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Page 515 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
Page 474 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 662 - When they see it they shall be troubled with terrible fear, and shall be amazed at the strangeness of his salvation, so far beyond all that they looked for.
Page 662 - What hath pride profited us? or what good hath riches with our vaunting brought us? All those things are passed away like a shadow...
Page 640 - These are the masters who instruct us without rods and ferules, without hard words and anger, without clothes or money. If you approach them, they are not asleep ; if investigating you interrogate them, they conceal nothing ; if you mistake them, they never grumble ; if you are ignorant, they cannot laugh at you.
Page 57 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Page 492 - Next put it into a pitcher, and pour on it a pint or more of boiling water (according to the degree of strength you de.sire), and then, having covered it, let it set all night.
Page 74 - But are sailing to and fro. I have seen them in my sleep, Plunging through the shoreless deep, With tattered sails, and battered hulls, While around them screamed the gulls, Flying low — flying low. I have wondered why they stayed From me, sailing round the world ; And I've said, " I'm half afraid That their sails will ne'er be furled.
Page 74 - Ah ! each sailor in the port Knows that I have ships at sea, Of the waves and winds the sport, And the sailors pity me. Oft they come and with me walk, Cheering me with hopeful talk, Till I put my fears aside, And, contented, watch the tide Kise and fall, rise and fall.