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Strona 165
... servant Peter , who was ignorant of our intentions , had conducted the stranger into the for- mer state - room , which was at that instant expected to fall . We instantly called to the workmen to stop THE SPECTRE UNMASKED . 165.
... servant Peter , who was ignorant of our intentions , had conducted the stranger into the for- mer state - room , which was at that instant expected to fall . We instantly called to the workmen to stop THE SPECTRE UNMASKED . 165.
Strona 175
... servants , some of whom were Arnaoots , and not to be trusted . I boarded myself in the monastery of St. Spiri- dion , the papas Urban being an ancient friend of my family . I never went abroad unless doubly armed , and carefully ...
... servants , some of whom were Arnaoots , and not to be trusted . I boarded myself in the monastery of St. Spiri- dion , the papas Urban being an ancient friend of my family . I never went abroad unless doubly armed , and carefully ...
Strona 176
... servants . This affords the much longed- for opportunity of squeezing out of the inferior horse- leeches of despotism the marrow they had sucked from the vitals of a suffering people . The Voivode knew this , and was now anxious , if ...
... servants . This affords the much longed- for opportunity of squeezing out of the inferior horse- leeches of despotism the marrow they had sucked from the vitals of a suffering people . The Voivode knew this , and was now anxious , if ...
Strona 192
... the monastery for my arms , and to order my servant , with three horses , immediately to leave the city ; and , taking the road to Ægina , to wait for us near the ruins of Enneakrounos . Haroun , who had already 192 ADVENTURE IN ATHENS .
... the monastery for my arms , and to order my servant , with three horses , immediately to leave the city ; and , taking the road to Ægina , to wait for us near the ruins of Enneakrounos . Haroun , who had already 192 ADVENTURE IN ATHENS .
Strona 194
... servant had been sent off with the horses , and as the good papas had gone out , I repaired cau- tiously to the wicket , and asked , in a feigned voice , who knocked ? when the low but significant whisper of Ha- roun informed me that ...
... servant had been sent off with the horses , and as the good papas had gone out , I repaired cau- tiously to the wicket , and asked , in a feigned voice , who knocked ? when the low but significant whisper of Ha- roun informed me that ...
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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.