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Strona 179
... death , had neglected to take from me my dagger , which I now grasped with all the force and fury which the fear of death and the thirst for revenge could inspire . Need I add , that , with one unerring blow , I drove my steel to his ...
... death , had neglected to take from me my dagger , which I now grasped with all the force and fury which the fear of death and the thirst for revenge could inspire . Need I add , that , with one unerring blow , I drove my steel to his ...
Strona 180
... death must do , that every bullet has its billet , Escaped from shot , unharm'd by steel , Or scarcely grazed its force to feel , " I was now congratulating myself , that the deep and murderous vengeance of the Voivode had , by the ...
... death must do , that every bullet has its billet , Escaped from shot , unharm'd by steel , Or scarcely grazed its force to feel , " I was now congratulating myself , that the deep and murderous vengeance of the Voivode had , by the ...
Strona 181
... death must be a jest — at that critical , all - important moment , your matchless brother , the faithful , long - tried Spiridion , happened to pass , and without tarrying , as a man of a vulgar mind would have done , to interrogate me ...
... death must be a jest — at that critical , all - important moment , your matchless brother , the faithful , long - tried Spiridion , happened to pass , and without tarrying , as a man of a vulgar mind would have done , to interrogate me ...
Strona 184
... death , and have made my escape not an hour before impalement ; -I have suffered every ex- treme of heat and cold , of hunger and thirst , of disease and misery , and have been turned out on the naked hill- side , without food , money ...
... death , and have made my escape not an hour before impalement ; -I have suffered every ex- treme of heat and cold , of hunger and thirst , of disease and misery , and have been turned out on the naked hill- side , without food , money ...
Strona 185
... death itself , if my purpose had been fulfilled , would have been hailed as a sovereign balm for an immedicable wound . The miseries of the damned in hell cannot surpass what I then endured ! Fortune , which delights to smile on daring ...
... death itself , if my purpose had been fulfilled , would have been hailed as a sovereign balm for an immedicable wound . The miseries of the damned in hell cannot surpass what I then endured ! Fortune , which delights to smile on daring ...
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Strona 282 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Strona 132 - ... and accomplishment of the most refined ones ; every better feeling warm and vivid, every ungentle one repressed or overcome. He was not addicted to love ; but he felt himself happy in being the friend of Mademoiselle La Roche, and sometimes envied her father the possession of such a child. After a journey of eleven days, they arrived at the dwelling of La Roche. . It was situated in one of those valleys of the canton of Berne, where Nature seems to repose, as it were, in quiet, and has enclosed...
Strona 287 - tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Strona 142 - s heart was smitten ; and I have heard him, long after, confess that there were moments when the remembrance overcame him even to weakness ; when, amidst all the pleasures of philosophical discovery, and the pride of literary fame, he recalled to his mind the venerable figure of the good La Roche, and wished that he had never doubted.
Strona 175 - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah, no; — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, " Let one living head, But one, arise — we come, we come!
Strona 127 - s, the finer and more delicate sensibilities are seldom known to have place; or, if originally implanted there, are in a great measure extinguished by the exertions of intense study and profound investigation. Hence the idea of philosophy and...
Strona 175 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush?— our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred, grant but three To make a new Thermopylae!
Strona 134 - ... the exquisite pleasure derived from music, you regret your want of musical powers and musical feelings ; it is a department of soul, you say, which nature has almost denied you, which, from the effects you see it have on others, you are sure must be highly delightful. Why should not the same thing be said of religion? Trust me I feel it in the same way, an energy, an inspiration, which I would not lose for all the blessings of sense, or enjoyments of the world ; yet so far from lessening my relish...
Strona 175 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Strona 126 - Come near to me, William; kneel down by the bed-side, and let my hand feel the head of my beloved son ; for blindness is coming fast upon me. Thou wert my first-born, and thou art my only living son. All thy brothers and sisters are lying in the churchyard, beside her whose sweet face thine own, William, did once so much resemble. Long wert thou the joy, the pride of my soul.