The Brothers; Or, The Castle of Niolo: A RomanceW. Emans, 1820 |
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Página 141
... feelings which once ennobled the boasted lords of the cre- ation , have dwindled into a mean and inordinate love of ... feeling to be attended with particular mortifi- cation to the individual , and particularly to the female , who on ...
... feelings which once ennobled the boasted lords of the cre- ation , have dwindled into a mean and inordinate love of ... feeling to be attended with particular mortifi- cation to the individual , and particularly to the female , who on ...
Página 165
... feeling of the Bond - street puppy in our degenerate days , when eyed by balf a dozen of demireps from the windows of a pastry - cook's , sipping with affected grace , their ices and their jellies . Curiosity , however , in this ...
... feeling of the Bond - street puppy in our degenerate days , when eyed by balf a dozen of demireps from the windows of a pastry - cook's , sipping with affected grace , their ices and their jellies . Curiosity , however , in this ...
Página 166
... feelings ? When she saw him depart , a tear glistened in her eye - and was it the mere cold feeling of esteem , which drew it from its source ? Did it not rise at the call of a mightier power , though in the aurora of its being ? Why ...
... feelings ? When she saw him depart , a tear glistened in her eye - and was it the mere cold feeling of esteem , which drew it from its source ? Did it not rise at the call of a mightier power , though in the aurora of its being ? Why ...
Página 177
... feelings of a melancholy delight . When last she saw them , she was the jocund being looking forward to scenes of happiness and pleasure , then she was blessed with the tender care of a parent , careless and free as the bird of her ...
... feelings of a melancholy delight . When last she saw them , she was the jocund being looking forward to scenes of happiness and pleasure , then she was blessed with the tender care of a parent , careless and free as the bird of her ...
Página 188
... feeling heart . She met Rosenheim with a look , which imparted to him both pain and pleasure - there was a faint smile of joy on again meeting with him , but it was clouded by the veil of sorrow in which her face was wrapped . Rosenheim ...
... feeling heart . She met Rosenheim with a look , which imparted to him both pain and pleasure - there was a faint smile of joy on again meeting with him , but it was clouded by the veil of sorrow in which her face was wrapped . Rosenheim ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abbess abbot Adeline asked Adolphus Alpine roads Anselm answered apartment appeared Arienheim arrival beautiful Bonano breast brother Carmelites carriage Castle of Niolo circumstances concealed convent countenance cried danger daugh daughter death Deborah deed discovered door dreadful Ellen entered escape exclaimed eyes father fear feelings female follow Frederic gate give governess Grey Sisters hand happiness hasten heard heart heaven heim holy hope host hour knew lady landlord Leopold Lindamore look Mademoiselle Schlaffenhausen manner means mind monastery monk mule muleteer murder nature neral never night old Count old Rupert opened Orsini Ortano particular perhaps person pold present racter rest retired ROBERT HUISH Rosenheim Sazzano scene secret Seneschal senheim shew Signor sleep soon steps stood stranger sudden suspicion tained tear tell thee thou thought tion tone vault victorious band villain Villano virtue whilst wine wish Zurich
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Página 16 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Página 171 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Página 183 - Yea even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory ; But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last...
Página 49 - I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Página 152 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Página 37 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Página 311 - Mark you this, Bassanio, The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ; A goodly apple rotten at the heart : O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! Shy.
Página 84 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Página 356 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand...
Página 247 - What mortal eye can fix'd behold? Who stalks his round, an hideous form, Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep...