Bentley's Miscellany, Volum 8Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1840 |
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Pàgina 5
... thought , when we parted yesterday , we should meet again so soon , and under such afflicting circumstances . " " It is the will of Heaven , father , " replied Viviana , " and we must not murmur at its decrees , but bear our chastening ...
... thought , when we parted yesterday , we should meet again so soon , and under such afflicting circumstances . " " It is the will of Heaven , father , " replied Viviana , " and we must not murmur at its decrees , but bear our chastening ...
Pàgina 7
... thought that her father , who had so recently quitted it in the full enjoyment of health , and of every worldly blessing , should be so soon brought back a corpse , was almost too agonizing for endurance . Reflecting , however , that ...
... thought that her father , who had so recently quitted it in the full enjoyment of health , and of every worldly blessing , should be so soon brought back a corpse , was almost too agonizing for endurance . Reflecting , however , that ...
Pàgina 10
... thought when she rejected my pro- posal a few days ago , in this very room , how fortune would conspire- and by what ... thoughts , father- the great design , " replied Catesby ; " and of the means of its accomplishment , which this sad ...
... thought when she rejected my pro- posal a few days ago , in this very room , how fortune would conspire- and by what ... thoughts , father- the great design , " replied Catesby ; " and of the means of its accomplishment , which this sad ...
Pàgina 30
... our no small astonishment . The whole family yawned awfully after dinner , I scarcely thought the papa had room for a yawn ; and the next morning after breakfast they donned their hats , mounted 30 VISIT TO THE ORGAN MOUNTAINS ,
... our no small astonishment . The whole family yawned awfully after dinner , I scarcely thought the papa had room for a yawn ; and the next morning after breakfast they donned their hats , mounted 30 VISIT TO THE ORGAN MOUNTAINS ,
Pàgina 31
... thought of the hats and the rose - coloured shoes . About four leagues from the fazenda resided one of the red men ... thought he would soon come back to eat . I thought of the ogre again . The youngest told me that her mother died some ...
... thought of the hats and the rose - coloured shoes . About four leagues from the fazenda resided one of the red men ... thought he would soon come back to eat . I thought of the ogre again . The youngest told me that her mother died some ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 76 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Pàgina 156 - DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country ; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Pàgina 150 - At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Pàgina 162 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Pàgina 444 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Pàgina 543 - ... the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lyra chants, With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Pàgina 165 - I know not why, except that an instinctive spirit prompted me — to certain low and indefinite sounds which came, through the pauses of the storm, at long intervals, I knew not whence. Overpowered by an intense sentiment of horror, unaccountable yet unendurable, I threw on my clothes with haste (for I felt that I should sleep no more during the night), and endeavoured to arouse myself from the pitiable condition into which I had fallen, by pacing rapidly to and fro through the apartment.
Pàgina 161 - An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber.
Pàgina 157 - I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity — an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn — a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible and leaden-hued.
Pàgina 167 - Long - long - long - many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it - yet I dared not - oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! - I dared not - I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb!