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The thyme and the lavender, the rose and the gilliflower, as also the yellow-eyed narcissus and the shamefaced violet he weaveth into garlands. And the flowers are love-thoughts thoughts of thee, oh, Anna! But doth feeble prose beseem inspired lips? Listen! oh, listen how I can only love, and speak of my love, sonnetically!
"It's my opinion it is, Andrew; and I'm not wanting to lose so nice a daughter-in-law, so you've got to see that she doesn't turn round altogether. You've got to go in and win; make sure of her, my boy!" Mr. Walkingshaw grew more and more animated and his son more and more distressed. He was behaving so unlike the senior partner in Walkingshaw & Gilliflower. "What are you wanting me to do?"
It was a case in which principle clashed with principle. "We'll have Gertrude and Hector too," he announced. He had just remembered that Walkingshaw & Gilliflower were briefing Hector in a forthcoming case, and that there had been some discussion in the office as to the precisely proper fee to which, at that moment in his upward career, he was entitled.
The best application of this kind is that composed of cinnamon powder, gilliflower, ginger and rose water, together with theriac, the crumb of bread, and red wine.
"Do not utter that name, which only recalls my grief," said the prince, sadly; but Becafico, determined to gratify his curiosity, made all sorts of inquiries, and discovered that Gilliflower was lodged in the next room. "I should like to see her again," thought he; "and since only a thin partition divides us, I will bore a hole through." He did so, and beheld a wonderful sight.
Campbell's poetry often reminds us of the purple gilliflower, both for its colour and its scent, its glowing warmth, its rich, languid, sullen hue, "Yet sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath!" There are those who complain of the little that Mr.
There sat the fairest princess in all the world, attired in a robe of silver brocade, her hair falling in long curls, and her eyes sparkling through tears. Gilliflower knelt before her, binding up her beautiful arm, from which the blood was flowing. "Do not heed it," sighed the princess; "better let me die, for death itself would be sweeter than the life I lead.
Her eyes met those of Adrienne and she gave a nod of smiling recognition. It was a rose beaming upon a gilliflower. M. Roussillon naturally understood that all this stir and crowding to see was but another demonstration of his personal popularity. He bowed and waved a vast hand. But the master of ceremonies called loudly for the dancers to take their places.
The Reverend Gabriel Gilliflower was his curate; and of him we need only hope that he prospered well, and lived happily under the somewhat stern surveillance of his clerical superior, Mrs. Wilkinson. His companion was George Bertram. About the end of November they started through France, and got on board the P. and O. Company's vessel at Marseilles.
Wilkinson, in a tone which was the beginning of the battle. How sweet it would have been to her if Arthur could have gone to some good neighbouring parish, leaving her, with Gabriel Gilliflower as her assistant, to manage the souls of Hurst Staple! And why, as she almost asked herself why should she not be addressed as the Reverend Mrs. Wilkinson?
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