Blind AlleyT. Fisher Unwin, 1919 - 336 psl. |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 1–5 iš 22
17 psl.
... crowd , one old lady drawing her old - age pension , and two little girls sucking jujubes . Mr. Balcombe bent forward , affable and dignified , conscious of being together a Civil Servant and a member of the Pharmaceutical Society ...
... crowd , one old lady drawing her old - age pension , and two little girls sucking jujubes . Mr. Balcombe bent forward , affable and dignified , conscious of being together a Civil Servant and a member of the Pharmaceutical Society ...
53 psl.
... crowd . Not much hate there . What a lark the war was ! Then Sir Hugh began to reproach himself : " After all , how am I taking the war ? " He thought himself inadequate in hate . Never would he attain the sacred fervour of Cawston ...
... crowd . Not much hate there . What a lark the war was ! Then Sir Hugh began to reproach himself : " After all , how am I taking the war ? " He thought himself inadequate in hate . Never would he attain the sacred fervour of Cawston ...
66 psl.
... crowd or they would have gone long ago of their own free will . Shirkers mostly — but still , who could tell whether , if this war had broken out twenty years before , some of the members of the Tri- bunal might not themselves have ...
... crowd or they would have gone long ago of their own free will . Shirkers mostly — but still , who could tell whether , if this war had broken out twenty years before , some of the members of the Tri- bunal might not themselves have ...
90 psl.
... crowd g denser , he stopped to let it go past . The girls coming out in bunches , in running single units , in in twined , affectionate couples . Nearly all wore their o alls , ugly figures , skinned of hair by their close caps , yet ...
... crowd g denser , he stopped to let it go past . The girls coming out in bunches , in running single units , in in twined , affectionate couples . Nearly all wore their o alls , ugly figures , skinned of hair by their close caps , yet ...
91 psl.
... . He sighed : " Well , it'll last a while and after e flood . " his eyes , which , for a moment had fixed on s , encountered in the crowd two eyes . He had • a sense of shock . He repressed an impulse to. IN ENGLAND H 91.
... . He sighed : " Well , it'll last a while and after e flood . " his eyes , which , for a moment had fixed on s , encountered in the crowd two eyes . He had • a sense of shock . He repressed an impulse to. IN ENGLAND H 91.
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Blind Alley– Being the Picture of a Very Gallant Gentleman; the Adventures ... W. L. George Visos knygos peržiūra - 1919 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
afraid arms asked better blind alley Bolsheviks called caresses Cashel Cawston Charles Oakley conscientious objector Cottenham course Cradoc cried crowd damn Denny Derby scheme England eyes Farcet father feel felt fight German girls give grew grey hair half hand happen Hart hate Hugh's Hurn idea Jervaulx Jesmond Julia Kallikrates Keele killed kissed Knapenden knew labour Labour Party Lady Oakley laughed League of Nations Lena live looked Louise March Marchmont marry mean mind Miss Molly Monica found morning mother murmured never night objector once peace perhaps Quin Ratby realised remembered reply road rose round Russia seemed side Sir Hugh smiled soft soldier sort stared Stephen stood stopped suddenly suppose Sylvia talk tell there's thing thought told took turned Udimore understand walked Westcott What's woman women wondered young
Populiarios ištraukos
339 psl. - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home...
401 psl. - If I should die, think only this of me : That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed...
329 psl. - I'd like to see a Tank come down the Stalls, Lurching to rag-time tunes, or " Home, sweet Home," — And there'd be no more jokes in Music-Halls To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.
328 psl. - Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald; Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls; A homely, tangled hedge, a corn-stooked field, With sound of barking dogs and farmyard fowls. And he'd come home again to find it more Desirable than ever it was before. How right it seemed that he should reach the span Of comfortable years allowed to man! Splendid to eat and sleep and choose a wife, Safe with his wound, a citizen of life. He hobbled blithely through the garden gate, And thought; "Thank...
407 psl. - What have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes austere, As the Lord were walking near, Whispering terrible things and dear As the Song on your bugles blown, England — Round the world on your bugles blown! Where shall the watchful sun, England, my England, Match the master-work you've done, England, my own? When shall he...
329 psl. - Base Details If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath, I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed glum heroes up the line to death. You'd see me with my puffy petulant face, Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel, Reading the Roll of Honour. 'Poor young chap,' I'd say — 'I used to know his father well; Yes, we've lost heavily in this last scrap.
25 psl. - English civil servant as ... a man of oil, silver and steel, capable of every delay and grace, suggestive of every sympathy and capable of none, incapable of a lie, always capable of an evasion, determined in public utility, yet not blind to private advancement, singularly addicted to justice, yet unable to suffer mercy. Not a man but a theorem, a diagram, a syllogism.
159 psl. - Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight; Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves?
338 psl. - I want to go home, I want to go home, I don't want to go in the trenches no more, Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel they whistle and roar.