The Eve of San-Pietro: A Tale. In Three Volumes..T. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand, 1804 |
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... late did he observe the alteration in his child ; not till too late did he bitterly repent his ill - judged con- fidence , or perceive , with sensations of the keenest agony , that her peace was for ever fled ; and that the efforts she ...
... late did he observe the alteration in his child ; not till too late did he bitterly repent his ill - judged con- fidence , or perceive , with sensations of the keenest agony , that her peace was for ever fled ; and that the efforts she ...
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... late dear master ( peace be to his ashes , ) always used to warn you against a rash and hasty decision . " The whole of this reasonable argument needed not the well - remembered words of her father to be the rule of her present con ...
... late dear master ( peace be to his ashes , ) always used to warn you against a rash and hasty decision . " The whole of this reasonable argument needed not the well - remembered words of her father to be the rule of her present con ...
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... late Lord ; and just as the pangs of disso- lution were fast approaching , as life sat quivering on her lips , and anxiety for the fate of her son withheld her fleeting fleeting spirit , the looked - for messen- ger entered 137.
... late Lord ; and just as the pangs of disso- lution were fast approaching , as life sat quivering on her lips , and anxiety for the fate of her son withheld her fleeting fleeting spirit , the looked - for messen- ger entered 137.
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... late . De Volange , I loved your sis- ter , honourably loved her ; the trea- chery of Morano stole her from me ; while her child , her lovely daughter , now immured within a gloomy pri- son , pines the victim of inhuman tyranny ; and ...
... late . De Volange , I loved your sis- ter , honourably loved her ; the trea- chery of Morano stole her from me ; while her child , her lovely daughter , now immured within a gloomy pri- son , pines the victim of inhuman tyranny ; and ...
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... late his servant . " -- Say- ing this , he disappeared in a moment , leaving de Volange gazing with har- rowed eyes on the crimsoned dagger ; it was , indeed , rusted with the life- blood of de Cleance , while the name of of Moraldi di ...
... late his servant . " -- Say- ing this , he disappeared in a moment , leaving de Volange gazing with har- rowed eyes on the crimsoned dagger ; it was , indeed , rusted with the life- blood of de Cleance , while the name of of Moraldi di ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abruzzo agita agony Albenza ance behold Bertoldo bosom breast castle chese child Claudine Cleance Corvino cottage countenance cried crimes curse danger dared death deprived despair door dreadful dungeon dying Eloise Eve of San exclaimed existence eyes fatal fatal beauty fatal secret fate Father Jerome fear feelings garment gazed Gradisca groan guilty Guiseppe hand happiness hastened heart Heaven honour hope horror hour induced infant innocence instantly inwardly Italy look Lord Lorenzo Louis de Volange Marchese di Morano Marquis de Volange marriage ment mind miseries misfortunes Moraldi mother murder Naples ness never night offspring once pangs parent Paulina peace poniard proved quired racter repentant replied revenge round ruin San Pietro secret seek Signiora small pox soon sorrow soul spirit sufferings tears tenderness thee thou thought tion treachery Ubal Ubaldo vengeance victim villain Viola virtuous wife witness woman wound wretched youth Zanotti
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Página 199 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Página 199 - Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both of lost happiness, and lasting pain, Torments him : round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once, as far as Angels...
Página 166 - His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Página 166 - Unmark'd ; — see, from behind her secret stand, The sly informer minutes every fault, And her dread diary with horror fills.
Página 233 - Syphax, we must work in haste: Oh think what anxious moments pass between The birth of plots and their last fatal periods. Oh ! 'tis a dreadful interval of time, Filled up with horror all, and big with death...