eBooks „forehead“
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Edgar Lee Masters
Children Of The Market Place (Fiscal Part I)
- Kurzgeschichte
- Englisch
- 117960 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
I Was Born In London On The Eighteenth Of June, 1815. The Battle Of
Waterloo Was Being Fought As I Entered This World. Thousands Were Giving
Up Their Lives At The Moment That Life Was Being Bestowed Upon Me. My
Father Was In That Great Battle. Would He Ever Return? My Mother Was But
Eighteen Years Of Age. Anxiety For His Safety, The Exhaustion Of Giving
Me Life Prostrated Her Delicate Constitution. She Died As I Was Being
Born.
I Have Always Kept Her Picture Beside Me. I Have Always Been Bound To
Her By A Tender And Mystical Love. During All The Years Of My Life My
Feeling For Her Could Not Have Been More Intense And Personal If I Had
Had The Experience Of Daily Association With Her Through Boyhood And
Youth.
What Girlish Wistfulness And Sadness There Are In Her Eyes! What A
Gentle Smile Is Upon Her Lips, As If She Would Deny The Deep Foreboding
Of A Spirit That Peered Into A Perilous Future! Her Dark Hair Falls In
Rich Strands Over Her Forehead In an Elfin And Elegant Disorder. Her
Slender Throat Rises Gracefully From An Unloosened Collar. This Picture
Was Made From A Drawing Done By A Friend Of My Father'S Four Months
Before I Was Born. My Old Nurse Told Me That He Was Invalided From The
War; That My Father Had Asked Him To Make The Drawing Upon His Return To
London. Perhaps My Father Had Ominous Dreams Of Her Ordeal Soon To Be. [mehr]
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Gustave Flaubert
Madame Bovary By Gustave Flaubert
- Belletristik
- Englisch
- 115554 Wörter
- Keine Altersempfehlung
- 188
We were in class when the head-master came in, followed by a "new fellow," not wearing the school uniform, and a school servant carrying a large desk. Those who had been asleep woke up, and every one rose as if just surprised at his work.
The head-master made a sign to us to sit down. Then, turning to the class-master, he said to him in a low voice—
"Monsieur Roger, here is a pupil whom I recommend to your care; he'll be in the second. If his work and conduct are satisfactory, he will go into one of the upper classes, as becomes his age."
The "new fellow," standing in the corner behind the door so that he could hardly be seen, was a country lad of about fifteen, and taller than any of us. His hair was cut square on his forehead like a village chorister's; he looked reliable, but very ill at ease. Although he was not broad-shouldered, his short school jacket of green cloth with black buttons must have been tight about the arm-holes, and showed at the opening of the cuffs red wrists accustomed to being bare. His legs, in blue stockings, looked out from beneath yellow trousers, drawn tight by braces, He wore stout, ill-cleaned, hob-nailed boots. [mehr]
Stichwörter: Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary By Gustave Flaubert
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Charles Reade
A Terrible Temptation (Fiscle Part-Vi) A Story Of To-Day/ Part 2
- Sprache und Literatur
- Englisch
- 49858 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
So Full Was The Joy Of This Loving Pair That, For A Long Time, They Sat
Rocking In Each Other's Arms, And Thought Of Nothing But Their Sorrows
Past, And The Sea Of Bliss They Were Floating On.
But Presently Sir Charles Glanced Round For A Moment. Swift To
Interpret His Every Look, Lady Bassett Rose, Took Two Steps, Came Back
And Printed A Kiss On His Forehead, And Then Went To A Door And Opened
It.
"Mrs. Millar!" Said She, With One Of Those Tones By Which These Ladies
Impregnate With Meaning A Word That Has None At All; And Then She Came
Back To Her Husband.
Soon A Buxom Woman Of Forty Appeared, Carrying A Biggish Bank Of Linen
And Lace, With A Little Face In The Middle. The Good Woman Held It Up
To Sir Charles, And He Felt Something Novel Stir Inside Him. He Looked
At The Little Thing With A Vast Yearning Of Love, With Pride, And A
Good Deal Of Curiosity; And Then Turned Smiling To His Wife. She Had
Watched Him Furtively But Keenly, And Her Eyes Were Brimming Over. He
Kissed The Little Thing, And Blessed It, And Then Took His Wife's
Hands, And Kissed Her Wet Eyes, And Made Her Stand And Look At Baby
With Him, Hand In Hand. It Was A Pretty Picture. [mehr]
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Ann S. Stephens
A Noble Woman (Fiscle Part-Xi) Part 1
- Erotik
- Englisch
- 78014 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 50
- 2
She Was Eighteen Years Old And Would Graduate In A Few Weeks, Yet Elsie
Looked Like A Child, Lying There In That Little White Bed, With Her
Golden Curls Scattered On The Pillow And The Soft Whiteness Of Her Neck
And Hands Shaded By The Delicate Valenciennes With Which Her Night Robe
Was Profusely Decorated. A Quantity Of Hot House Flowers Lay Scattered
On The Counterpane, Where The Girl Had Flung Them, One By One, From A
Bouquet She Was Still Tearing To Pieces. A Frown Was On Her Pretty
Forehead, And Her Large Violet Eyes Shone Feverishly. It Was Seldom
Anything Half So Lovely Appeared In The Confined Sleeping Rooms Of That
Highly Fashionable Boarding School. Indeed, Since Its Foundation It Is
Doubtful If A Creature Half So Beautiful As Elsie Mellen Had Ever Slept
Within Its Walls.
Just As The Girl Had Littered The Whole Bed With Flowers, Which She
Broke And Crushed As A Child Breaks The Toys He Is Weary Of, The Door Of
The Room Opened, And A Young Lady Entered, With A Plate Of Hot-House
Grapes In Her Hand. She Was Older Than The Sick Girl By Two Or Three
Years, And In All Respects A Grave And Most Womanly Contrast. Calm,
Gracious And Dignified, She Came Forward With An Air Of Protection And
Sat Down By The Bed, Holding Out Her Grapes. [mehr]
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George Moore
Evelyn Innes (fiscle part-XII) Part 1
- Horror
- Englisch
- 94283 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
- 1
The Thin Winter Day Had Died Early, And At Four O'clock It Was Dark
Night In The Long Room In Which Mr. Innes Gave His Concerts Of Early
Music. An Elizabethan Virginal Had Come To Him To Be Repaired, And He
Had Worked All The Afternoon, And When Overtaken By The Dusk, He Had
Impatiently Sought A Candle End, Lit It, And Placed It So That Its Light
Fell Upon The Jacks.... Only One More Remained To Be Adjusted. He Picked
It Up, Touched The Quill And Dropped It Into Its Place, Rapidly Tuned
The Instrument, And Ran His Fingers Over The Keys.
Iron-Grey Hair Hung In Thick Locks Over His Forehead, And, Shining
Through Their Shadows, His Eyes Drew Attention From The Rest Of His
Face, So That None Noticed At First The Small And Firmly Cut Nose, Nor
The Scanty Growth Of Beard Twisted To A Point By A Movement Habitual To
The Weak, White Hand. His Face Was In His Eyes: They Reflected The Flame
Of Faith And Of Mission; They Were The Eyes Of One Whom Fate Had Thrown
On An Obscure Wayside Of Dreams, The Face Of A Dreamer And Propagandist [mehr]
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Compton Mackenzie
The Altar Steps Volume-85
- Belletristik
- Englisch
- 131459 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
Frightened By Some Alarm Of Sleep That Was Forgotten In The Moment Of
Waking, A Little Boy Threw Back The Bedclothes And With Quick Heart And
Breath Sat Listening To The Torrents Of Darkness That Went Rolling By.
He Dared Not Open His Mouth To Scream Lest He Should Be Suffocated; He
Dared Not Put Out His Arm To Search For The Bell-Rope Lest He Should Be
Seized; He Dared Not Hide Beneath The Blankets Lest He Should Be Kept
There; He Could Do Nothing Except Sit Up Trembling In A Vain Effort To
Orientate Himself. Had The Room Really Turned Upside Down? On An Impulse
Of Terror He Jumped Back From The Engorging Night And Bumped His
Forehead On One Of The Brass Knobs Of The Bedstead. With Horror He
Apprehended That What He Had So Often Feared Had Finally Come To Pass.
An Earthquake Had Swallowed Up London In Spite Of Everybody's Assurance
That London Could Not Be Swallowed Up By Earthquakes. He Was Going Down
Down To Smoke And Fire . . . Or Was It The End Of The World? The Quick
And The Dead . . . Skeletons . . . Thousands And Thousands Of Skeletons. [mehr]
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John Hay
The Bread-Winners A Social Study
- Sozialwissenschaft
- Englisch
- 80528 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
A French Clock On The Mantel-Piece, Framed Of Brass And Crystal, Which
Betrayed Its Inner Structure As The Transparent Sides Of Some Insects
Betray Their Vital Processes, Struck Ten With The Mellow And Lingering
Clangor Of A Distant Cathedral Bell. A Gentleman, Who Was Seated In
Front Of The Fire Reading A Newspaper, Looked Up At The Clock To See
What Hour It Was, To Save Himself The Trouble Of Counting The Slow,
Musical Strokes. The Eyes He Raised Were Light Gray, With A Blue Glint
Of Steel In Them, Shaded By Lashes As Black As Jet. The Hair Was Also
As Black As Hair Can Be, And Was Parted Near The Middle Of His
Forehead. It Was Inclined To Curl, But Had Not The Length Required By
This Inclination. The Dark Brown Mustache Was The Only Ornament The
Razor Had Spared On The Wholesome Face, The Outline Of Which Was Clear
And Keen. The Face Suited The Hands--It Had The Refinement And
Gentleness Of One Delicately Bred, And The Vigorous Lines And Color Of
One Equally At Home In Field And Court; And The Hands Had The Firm,
Hard Symmetry Which Showed They Had Done No Work, And The Bronze Tinge
Which Is The Imprint Wherewith Sky And Air Mark Their Lovers. His
Clothes Were Of The Fashion Seen In The Front Windows Of The
Knickerbocker Club In The Spring Of The Year 187-, And Were Worn As
Easily As A Self-Respecting Bird Wears His Feathers. He Seemed, In
Short, One Of Those Fortunate Natures, Who, However Born, Are Always
Bred Well, And Come By Prescription To Most Of The Good Things The
World Can Give.
He Sat In A Room Marked, Like Himself, With A Kind Of Serious
Elegance--One Of Those Apartments Which Seem To Fit The Person Like A
More Perfect Dress. All Around The Walls Ran Dwarf Book-Cases Of Carved
Oak, Filled With Volumes Bound In Every Soft Shade Of Brown And Tawny [mehr]
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Charles Dickens
Hard Times By Charles Dickens
- Belletristik
- Englisch
- 102618 Wörter
- Keine Altersempfehlung
- 252
- 1
‘NOW, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir!’
The scene was a plain, bare, monotonous vault of a school-room, and the speaker’s square forefinger emphasized his observations by underscoring every sentence with a line on the schoolmaster’s sleeve. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s square wall of a forehead, which had his eyebrows for its base, while his eyes found commodious cellarage in two dark caves, overshadowed by the wall. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s mouth, which was wide, thin, and hard set. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s voice, which was inflexible, dry, and dictatorial. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s hair, which bristled on the skirts of his bald head, a plantation of firs to keep the wind from its shining surface, all covered with knobs, like the crust of a plum pie, as if the head had scarcely warehouse-room for the hard facts stored inside. The speaker’s obstinate carriage, square coat, square legs, square shoulders,—nay, his very neckcloth, trained to take him by the throat with an unaccommodating grasp, like a stubborn fact, as it was,—all helped the emphasis. [mehr]
Stichwörter: Hard Times, Charles Dickens, Hard Times By Charles Dickens
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Mungo Park
Life And Travels Of Mungo Park In central Africa (fiscle part-IV)
- Reise
- Englisch
- 145301 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
Progress Of African Discovery, Before Park'S First Expedition.--Park'S
Early Life._
The First Information We Have Respecting The Interior Of Africa Is
Derived from Herodotus, Who, During His Residence In egypt, Endeavoured
To Collect As Much Intelligence As Possible Respecting The General Aspect
Of The Country. He Describes It As Far Less Fertile Than The Cultivated
Parts Of Europe And Asia, And Much Exposed to Drought, With The Exception
Of A Few Verdant Spots. To The Northern Coast, He Gives The Name Of The
Forehead Of Africa; And Says That Immediately South From It, The
Comparative Fertility Of The Soil Rapidly Decreases. There Are Natural
Hills Of Salt, Out Of Which The Inhabitants Scoop Houses To Shelter
Themselves From The Weather; Rain They Have Not To Fear, As Scarcely A
Drop Ever Alights Upon That Sultry Region. Farther South Still, There Is
No Food To Support Man Or Beast--Neither Shrub, Nor A Single Drop Of
Water; All Is Silence And Utter Desolation. Herodotus Then Proceeds To
Relate A Number Of Monstrous Fables, Which Bear An Overwhelming
Proportion To The Parts Of His Narrative Which Are Now Known To Be True.
He Also Describes A Large Inland River, Which Some Have Supposed to Be
The Niger, Flowing From West To East. He Acquired this Information From
The Reports Of Various Travellers, Who Stated that After A Long Journey
To The Interior, They Had Themselves Seen It. This Account Was Confirmed
By Several Other Ancient Authors; But For A Long Time The Question Was
Agitated by Modern Writers As To Whether The Gambia Or The Senegal Was
Not The River Spoken Of; Some Even Denying The Existence Of The Niger
Altogether. [mehr]
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Frank Norris
Vandover And The Brute Vol-57
- Bildung
- Englisch
- 96368 Wörter
- Ab 18 Jahren
- 2
It Was Always A Matter Of Wonder To Vandover That He Was Able To Recall
So Little Of His Past Life. With The Exception Of The Most Recent Events
He Could Remember Nothing Connectedly. What He At First Imagined To Be
The Story Of His Life, On Closer Inspection Turned Out To Be But A Few
Disconnected Incidents That His Memory Had Preserved With The Greatest
Capriciousness, Absolutely Independent Of Their Importance. One Of These
Incidents Might Be A Great Sorrow, A Tragedy, A Death In His Family; And
Another, Recalled With The Same Vividness, The Same Accuracy Of Detail,
Might Be A Matter Of The Least Moment.
A Certain One Of These Wilful Fillips Of Memory Would Always Bring
Before Him A Particular Scene During The Migration Of His Family From
Boston To Their New Home In San Francisco, At A Time When Vandover Was
About Eight Years Old.
It Was In The Depot Of One Of The Larger Towns In Western New York. The
Day Had Been Hot And After The Long Ride On The Crowded Day Coach The
Cool Shadow Under The Curved Roof Of The Immense Iron Vaulted Depot
Seemed Very Pleasant. The Porter, The Brakeman And Vandover's Father
Very Carefully Lifted His Mother From The Car. She Was Lying Back On
Pillows In A Long Steamer Chair. The Three Men Let The Chair Slowly
Down, The Brakeman Went Away, But The Porter Remained, Taking Off His
Cap And Wiping His Forehead With The Back Of His Left Hand, Which In
Turn He Wiped Against The Pink Palm Of His Right. The Other Train, The
Train To Which They Were To Change, Had Not Yet Arrived. It Was Rather
Still; At The Far End Of The Depot A Locomotive, Sitting Back On Its
Motionless Drivers Like Some Huge Sphinx Crouching Along The Rails, Was
Steaming Quietly, Drawing Long Breaths. The Repair Gang In Greasy Caps
And Spotted Blue Overalls Were Inspecting The Train, Pottering About The
Trucks, Opening And Closing The Journal-Boxes, Striking Clear Notes On
The Wheels With Long-Handled Hammers. [mehr]
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