The Discarded Son; Or, Haunt of the Banditti: A Tale, Volum 5A.K. Newman, 1825 |
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Pàgina 27
... voice expressive of much astonishment , “ did he promise to join you here , signor ? " " He did , else I should not expect him . " " Then take my word for it , signor , ' tis a promise he does not mean to keep . " " What makes you think ...
... voice expressive of much astonishment , “ did he promise to join you here , signor ? " " He did , else I should not expect him . " " Then take my word for it , signor , ' tis a promise he does not mean to keep . " " What makes you think ...
Pàgina 30
... voice , now demanded who was there ? -Osmond , in a tone well calculated to still alarm , re- plied " Two travellers who have lost their way . " " And who are in momentary expec- tation of being overtaken by a gang of rob- bers ...
... voice , now demanded who was there ? -Osmond , in a tone well calculated to still alarm , re- plied " Two travellers who have lost their way . " " And who are in momentary expec- tation of being overtaken by a gang of rob- bers ...
Pàgina 53
... him , he at- tempted to rise , but was prevented by Os- mond's hurrying forward , and gently lay- ing hold of his arm- " My preserver ! ) " he then exclaimed in a broken voice , and fastening his THE DISCARDED SON . 53.
... him , he at- tempted to rise , but was prevented by Os- mond's hurrying forward , and gently lay- ing hold of his arm- " My preserver ! ) " he then exclaimed in a broken voice , and fastening his THE DISCARDED SON . 53.
Pàgina 54
A Tale Regina Maria Roche. then exclaimed in a broken voice , and fastening his eyes with a kind of wild earnestness upon his countenance " My " his bosom heaved with convulsive sobs , and hastily averting his head , he burst into tears ...
A Tale Regina Maria Roche. then exclaimed in a broken voice , and fastening his eyes with a kind of wild earnestness upon his countenance " My " his bosom heaved with convulsive sobs , and hastily averting his head , he burst into tears ...
Pàgina 98
... voice- " receive it with my best wishes for your returning happiness - May- ور " Mr. Munro , " said Mrs ,. Raymond , coming forward , and with an impatience in her looks , which proved her anxious to prevent any further conversation ...
... voice- " receive it with my best wishes for your returning happiness - May- ور " Mr. Munro , " said Mrs ,. Raymond , coming forward , and with an impatience in her looks , which proved her anxious to prevent any further conversation ...
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Pàgina 299 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Pàgina 109 - You may as well go stand upon the beach, And bid the main flood bate his usual height ; You may as well use question with the wolf, Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb ; You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops, and to make no noise, When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven...
Pàgina 298 - And how can it be otherwise, with a conscience void of offence, where the music of falling waters, the symphony of birds, the gentle humming of bees, the breath of flowers, the fine imagery of painting and sculpture; in a word, the beauties and the charms of nature and of art, court all my faculties, refresh the fibres of the brain, and smooth every avenue of thought?
Pàgina 281 - The painter plays the spider, and hath woven A golden mesh t'entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs — But her eyes! How could he see to do them ? having made one, Methinks it should have power to steal both his, And leave itself unfurnished...
Pàgina 295 - The shell you see, is both agreeable and convenient; and now you shall judge, whether I have laid out the floor to advantage. There goes through the whole length of it a spacious walk of the finest gravel, made to bind and unite so firmly that it...
Pàgina 321 - For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Pàgina 298 - After the grottoes, you have two niches, the one inhabited by Ceres, with her sickle and sheaf of wheat ; and the other by Pomona, who, with a countenance full of good cheer, pours a bounteous autumn of fruits out of her horn. Last of all come two colonies of bees, whose stations lying east and west, the one is saluted by the rising, the other by the setting sun. These, all of them being placed at proportioned intervals, furnish out the whole length of the wall ; and the...
Pàgina 211 - ... the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.