The Discarded Son: Or, Haunt of the Banditti. A Tale ...Printed at the Minerva Press, for Lane, Newman, and Company, 1807 |
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Pàgina 22
... eyes from the inani- mate form of her . mother , and meeting his , started back , with a look that seemed to say she was doubtful at the moment of the evidence of her senses . Then , in a tremb- ling , an agitated voice .... Gracious ...
... eyes from the inani- mate form of her . mother , and meeting his , started back , with a look that seemed to say she was doubtful at the moment of the evidence of her senses . Then , in a tremb- ling , an agitated voice .... Gracious ...
Pàgina 28
... eyes were closed , frightful and disjointed visions harassed and perplexed him from one of these he was suddenly ... eye to the keyhole , but involuntarily started back on doing so , in consequence of perceiving one apparently on fire ...
... eyes were closed , frightful and disjointed visions harassed and perplexed him from one of these he was suddenly ... eye to the keyhole , but involuntarily started back on doing so , in consequence of perceiving one apparently on fire ...
Pàgina 32
... eyes forward , he beheld a staircase to the left , which induced him to advance ; and though on gaining this he found it was not the one he had ascended to the gallery , still concluding it led to the hall , he ventured to go down it ...
... eyes forward , he beheld a staircase to the left , which induced him to advance ; and though on gaining this he found it was not the one he had ascended to the gallery , still concluding it led to the hall , he ventured to go down it ...
Pàgina 36
... eyes ? ' Certainly , ' with calmness , returned Osmond ; but the possession of our senses does not always keep us from error . ' Well , I'll put you right this once ; but beware how you go astray again ; for in this house we don't like ...
... eyes ? ' Certainly , ' with calmness , returned Osmond ; but the possession of our senses does not always keep us from error . ' Well , I'll put you right this once ; but beware how you go astray again ; for in this house we don't like ...
Pàgina 38
... eyes doubtless deceived you . ' In consequence of which assertion , the other immediately cried .... Then curse me if I sleep till I have convinced you to the con trary . There's not a hole or crevice which I will not search for him ...
... eyes doubtless deceived you . ' In consequence of which assertion , the other immediately cried .... Then curse me if I sleep till I have convinced you to the con trary . There's not a hole or crevice which I will not search for him ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 111 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Pàgina 109 - 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.
Pàgina 111 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Pàgina 69 - And sing the infusive force of Spring on man ,When heaven and earth, as if contending, vie To raise his being, and serene his soul, Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature ? Can fierce passions vex his breast, While every gale is peace, and every grove Is melody...
Pàgina 111 - To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys...
Pàgina 58 - All things to man's delightful use: the roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf: on either side Acanthus and each odorous bushy shrub Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses, and...
Pàgina 111 - ... treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Pàgina 111 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Pàgina 132 - When not a breath disturbs the drowsy waves : But man, the very monster of the world, Is ne'er at rest ; the soul for ever wakes.