 Stephen took a cup of coffee, left the house of his love, and turned into the lane. It was so early that the shaded places still smelt like night time, and the sunny spots had hardly felt the sun. The horizontal rays made every shallow dip in the ground...  Tinsley's Magazine - Страница 3751872Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Thomas Hardy - 1877 - 416 страници
...love, and turned into the lane. It was so early that the shaded places still smelt like night time, and the sunny spots had hardly felt the sun. The horizontal...vicar's residence, the lane leading thence crossed the high road. Stephen reached the point of intersection, stood still and listened. Nothing could be heard... | |
 | Torsten Hilding Svartengren - 1918 - 558 страници
...gallows fifty cubits high, which Haman had made for Mordecai . . . Then the King said, Hang him thereon. The very stones of the road cast tapering dashes of darkness westward, as long as Jael's tent-nail. Hardy, PBE, 1 16. This is a reference to Judges, 4, 21, Then Jael Heber's wife took a nail of the tent,... | |
 | Torsten Hilding Svartengren - 1918 - 566 страници
...gallows fifty cubits high, which Haman had made for Mordecai . . . Then the King said, Hang him thereon. The very stones of the road cast tapering dashes of darkness westward, as long as Joel's tent-nail. Hardy, PBE, 1 16. This is a reference to Judges, 4, 21, Then Jael Heber's wife took... | |
 | Thomas Hardy - 442 страници
...love, and turned into the lane. It was so early that the shaded places still smelt like night time, and the sunny spots had hardly felt the sun. The horizontal...vicar's residence the lane leading thence crossed the high road. Stephen reached the point of intersection, stood still and listened. Nothing could be heard... | |
 | Thomas Hardy - 1924 - 490 страници
...love, and turned into the lane. It was so early that the shaded places still smelt like night time, and the sunny spots had hardly felt the sun. The horizontal...vicar's residence the lane leading thence crossed the high road. Stephen reached the point of intersection, stood still and listened. Nothing could be heard... | |
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