The romance of the forest [by A. Radcliffe].

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Pàgina 73 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Pàgina 174 - The behaviour of Adeline in the late scene she considered as a refined piece of art; and the indifference of La Motte as affected. So true is it, that trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of Holy Writ.
Pàgina 91 - I lay down to sleep; but the anxiety of my mind prevented repose; gloomy unpleasing images flitted before my fancy, and I fell into a sort of waking dream. I thought that I was in a lonely forest with my father; his looks were severe, and his gestures menacing. He upbraided me for leaving the convent, and while he spoke, drew from his pocket a mirror which he held before my face; I looked in it and saw, (my blood now thrills as I repeat it) I saw myself wounded, and bleeding profusely. Then I thought...
Pàgina 32 - What awfull silence ! How these antique towers And vacant courts chill the suspended soul, Till expectation wears the cast of fear ; And fear, half-ready to become devotion, Mumbles a kind of mental orison, It knows not wherefore.
Pàgina 119 - After some time it gave way to his effort, and he found himself in a square stone room. He stood for some time to survey it. The walls, which were dripping with unwholesome dews, were entirely bare,' and afforded not even a window. A small iron grate alone admitted the air. At the further end, near a low recess, was another door. La Motte went towards it, and, as he passed, looked into the recess. Upon the ground within it stood a large chest, which he went forward to examine ; and, lifting the lid,...
Pàgina 34 - where once superstition lurked, and " austerity anticipated an earthly pur" gatory, now tremble over the mortal " remains of the beings who reared " them." The deepening gloom reminded La Motte that he had no time to lose ; but curiosity prompted him to explore farther, and he obeyed the impulse. As he walked over the broken pavement, the sound of his steps ran in echoes through the place, and seemed like the mysterious accents of the dead, reproving the sacrilegious mortal who thus dared \p disturb...
Pàgina 13 - A habit of gray' camlet, with short slashed sleeves, showed, but did not adorn, her figure : it was thrown open at the bosom, upon which part of her hair had fallen in disorder, while the light veil hastily thrown on, had, in her confusion, been suffered to fall backEvery moment of further observation heightened the surprise of La Motte, and interested him more warmly in her favour.
Pàgina 108 - it was)—" " Nay, prithee, leave it till another " time, and go on with your story." " Why then, Sir, as I was standing in ** the blacksmith's shop, comes in a man ** with a pipe in his mouth, and a large " pouch of tobacco in his hand...
Pàgina 73 - The seasons' difference ; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.

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