The Duke of Alba in Flanders: Or, The Amnesty. An Historical Novel of the Sixteenth Century...Newman, 1844 |
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... beauty - such was the command of that sweet voice - that those who stood spell - bound on viewing so fair a face , receded and cleared a passage . The ladies lost not presence of mind - they hastened on , but had not proceeded many ...
... beauty - such was the command of that sweet voice - that those who stood spell - bound on viewing so fair a face , receded and cleared a passage . The ladies lost not presence of mind - they hastened on , but had not proceeded many ...
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... beauty , his heart throbbed . He al- most wished that she might retain her posture , in order that he might look unnoticed . There he stood , like an enthusiastical connoisseur , before a Rubens or a Correggio , calculating the value of ...
... beauty , his heart throbbed . He al- most wished that she might retain her posture , in order that he might look unnoticed . There he stood , like an enthusiastical connoisseur , before a Rubens or a Correggio , calculating the value of ...
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... beauty , having left quite sufficient for her neighbours . The presence of Fernando recalled to Fray Antonio many recollections . What thoughts crossed his brain ! His tragic life - his lost Cordelia - the riots of Antwerp - the frenzy ...
... beauty , having left quite sufficient for her neighbours . The presence of Fernando recalled to Fray Antonio many recollections . What thoughts crossed his brain ! His tragic life - his lost Cordelia - the riots of Antwerp - the frenzy ...
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... beauty of her person , as well as the nobleness of her carriage . The mixture of the Spanish and Flemish blood had imparted a loveliness to her features , sin- gularly striking . She had inherited the blue eye and fair skin of her ...
... beauty of her person , as well as the nobleness of her carriage . The mixture of the Spanish and Flemish blood had imparted a loveliness to her features , sin- gularly striking . She had inherited the blue eye and fair skin of her ...
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... beauty and rich- ness . To her floral children of a season , Petrus had lent all his care ; -now tying up the woodbines and the honeysuckles , that shot their slim branches through the framework of the bower in which Dolores delighted ...
... beauty and rich- ness . To her floral children of a season , Petrus had lent all his care ; -now tying up the woodbines and the honeysuckles , that shot their slim branches through the framework of the bower in which Dolores delighted ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alba's Alcan Amos Antwerp beauty behold Bless Burgomaster Caramba Cato CHAPTER Cordelia Count Alcantara cried crossed the threshold daughter death demanded Donna Drusilla door drona Duke of Alba Duke of Aremberg Egmont Eleonora entered exclaimed eyes face father fear feel Fernando Alcantara Filippo flew follow fool Fray Antonio gazed Ghent girl Gonzales Grace hand head hear heard heart Heaven hero Herrera honour hope Huguenots Jungeling Kaesembrodt lady laughed leave listen Lodrona look Louis of Nassau ment mind monk Montalvan nando never night noble Orlando pardon Petrus presence recognised replied rera Romero Ruperto scarcely Schermere Schiedam seated Señor Señorita shook sighed smiled soon soul sound speak stood Straelen Strange stranger street Syphax tears tell thee thought to-morrow Torre tremble Tu-whit turned Vargas victims Viglius voice whilst whispered wife Witt words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 259 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down; And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe! And ever and anon he beat...
Página 146 - From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Página 140 - Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Página 96 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Página 78 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my .trembling heart.
Página 114 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 33 - And from Shakespeare she gained a great store of information amongst the rest, that -'Trifles light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong, As proofs of Holy Writ.
Página 278 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Página 230 - Yet, strange ! the living lay it not to heart. See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle ! Of hard unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand Digs thro...
Página 177 - But see, thy brother Marcus bends this way! I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell, Farewell, and know thou wrong'st me, if thou think'st Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine. (Exit) Enter MARCUS MARC. Portius, what hopes? How stands she? Am I doom'd To life or death?