The Eve of San-Pietro: A Tale. In Three Volumes..T. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand, 1804 |
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Pàgina 8
... ! thou hast sealed the doom which long has been im- pending over thy head . Hast thou for- gotten the Eve of San Pietro ? Weak Moraldi , Moraldi , hast thou forgotten , that the day which "where is thy daughter now? Pa- ...
... ! thou hast sealed the doom which long has been im- pending over thy head . Hast thou for- gotten the Eve of San Pietro ? Weak Moraldi , Moraldi , hast thou forgotten , that the day which "where is thy daughter now? Pa- ...
Pàgina 83
... head , and a numbness , as of death , crept through her whole frame . " OH God , that drink ! " she cried , catching the arm of Guiseppe , as he rode close beside her , " it has killed me ! " " THAT's rather extraordinary too ...
... head , and a numbness , as of death , crept through her whole frame . " OH God , that drink ! " she cried , catching the arm of Guiseppe , as he rode close beside her , " it has killed me ! " " THAT's rather extraordinary too ...
Pàgina 87
... her child , " while I wander , lost , distract- ed . And can there be a God ? " At that moment the clouds broke above her head , while one bright star twink- ling ling in the firmament , uttered volumes to her soul 87.
... her child , " while I wander , lost , distract- ed . And can there be a God ? " At that moment the clouds broke above her head , while one bright star twink- ling ling in the firmament , uttered volumes to her soul 87.
Pàgina 90
... head of Guiseppe hung by its hair , on the branches of a spreading oak , another dreadful memento of the catastrophes of the forest .. ELOISE had not been one day an in- habitant of Gradisca's hospitable dwel-- ling , ere she discovered ...
... head of Guiseppe hung by its hair , on the branches of a spreading oak , another dreadful memento of the catastrophes of the forest .. ELOISE had not been one day an in- habitant of Gradisca's hospitable dwel-- ling , ere she discovered ...
Pàgina 138
... heads of her children , then sunk back upon her pillow , and uttering the name of de Volange , expired . The sensations that filled the mind of her son , on reading the avowal of his erring , though re- pentant parent , may readily be ...
... heads of her children , then sunk back upon her pillow , and uttering the name of de Volange , expired . The sensations that filled the mind of her son , on reading the avowal of his erring , though re- pentant parent , may readily be ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 166 - Unmark'd ; — see, from behind her secret stand, The sly informer minutes every fault, And her dread diary with horror fills.
Pàgina 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...