The Duke D'Ormond: A Tragedy : and Beritola : a Tale

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1822 - 285 páginas

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Página 170 - I go, and it is done : the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Página 81 - The noble nature of man's gen'rous heart Doth bear him up against the shame of ruin ; With gentle censure using but his faults As modest means to introduce his praise ; For pity like a dewy twilight comes To close th...
Página 81 - ... tribunali, in frotta di testimon, di scritti e di postille, senza giurare o segno altro più espresso, basti una volta che s'abbia promesso.
Página 51 - Or from it caught, a deeper blandishment. 125. The distant laugh, the titter of some girl Who listens to a sheepish paramour; The very tones of revelry ; the whirl Of the gay dance, at that bewitching hour Seem on the ear like tripping brook to purl: To unison, by nature's awful power Fused are they, till like Taint stars' distant light They modify, riot break, the gloom of night.
Página 185 - At the expiration of a year, my wife Became a mother: though apparently The dangers of that season she surmounted ; Her health from that time failed ; a rapid wearing Attended with all symptoms of decay, — Daily and visibly more and more encroached Upon her strength.
Página 78 - Of present joy, to that which marked the dawn Of their adventurous lives. Thus as a goat A female life saved, may not hence be drawn Fitly, the lesson, that we ne'er are wise, So long as trifling agents we despise.
Página 49 - Had formed a tracery of daintiest woof : Within its centre did a fountain stand, Whose perfumed waters, as 'twere their behoof From one source all the senses to command, By freshness, melody, and scent were graced, By cooling touch, and by delicious taste.
Página 105 - We accuse Men, institutions, as they were the cause Of evil. But the bitterness with which We make the accusation, proves to me That its seat deeper lies — in our own hearts ! I,E CHAIUER.
Página 273 - Never once did I Ask tidings of my mother or my sister. As for the latter, fifteen years was she Younger than I; and as she still had leaned...

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