Eva; or, The bridal spectre [by mrs. W. Johnson].G. Virtue, 1830 - 309 |
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... voice betokens the deed ! LONDON : PUBLISHED BY G. VIRTUE , 26 , IVY LANE , PATERNOSTER ROW ; BATH STREET , BRISTOL ; AND ALL BOOKSELLERS . Talbot and Atchison , Printers , 52 , Cannon Street , East , OR , THE BRIDAL SPECTRE . A Tale ...
... voice betokens the deed ! LONDON : PUBLISHED BY G. VIRTUE , 26 , IVY LANE , PATERNOSTER ROW ; BATH STREET , BRISTOL ; AND ALL BOOKSELLERS . Talbot and Atchison , Printers , 52 , Cannon Street , East , OR , THE BRIDAL SPECTRE . A Tale ...
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... voice betokens the deed AN BOAN LIBRARY LONDON : BODLE SLJUN CA OXFORD PUBLISHED BY G. VIRTUE , 26 , IVY LANE , PATERNOSTER ROW ; BATH STREET , BRISTOL ; AND ALL BOOKSELLERS . CLO . LONDON : PRINTED BY TALBOT AND ATCHISON , 52 , 1830 ...
... voice betokens the deed AN BOAN LIBRARY LONDON : BODLE SLJUN CA OXFORD PUBLISHED BY G. VIRTUE , 26 , IVY LANE , PATERNOSTER ROW ; BATH STREET , BRISTOL ; AND ALL BOOKSELLERS . CLO . LONDON : PRINTED BY TALBOT AND ATCHISON , 52 , 1830 ...
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... of sorrow is extremely sinful . Come , let us quit this abode of death , and return to the house . " Two years rolled on , but the voice of mirth was no longer heard in Engleton House . The same unaltered gloom $ 2 EVA ; OR , THE.
... of sorrow is extremely sinful . Come , let us quit this abode of death , and return to the house . " Two years rolled on , but the voice of mirth was no longer heard in Engleton House . The same unaltered gloom $ 2 EVA ; OR , THE.
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... from his nostrils , whilst he roared in a terrible voice , and warned him no more to come on his ground . Be this as it might , no one in the B. 2 BRIDAL SPECTRE . 3 longer heard in Engleton House. The same unaltered ...
... from his nostrils , whilst he roared in a terrible voice , and warned him no more to come on his ground . Be this as it might , no one in the B. 2 BRIDAL SPECTRE . 3 longer heard in Engleton House. The same unaltered ...
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... , and demons , with shouts and exultation , he thought , were preparing to seize him , when a voice cried , " Let him yet alone , the ruin of his house shall suffice . " % Again , he dreamed he was walking near the lone CHAPTER II. ...
... , and demons , with shouts and exultation , he thought , were preparing to seize him , when a voice cried , " Let him yet alone , the ruin of his house shall suffice . " % Again , he dreamed he was walking near the lone CHAPTER II. ...
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Strona 5 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Strona 202 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! Ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Strona 74 - Where the great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight, While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Strona 211 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Strona 48 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Strona 59 - Guilt is the source of sorrow ! 'tis the fiend, The avenging fiend, that follows us behind, With whips and stings. The blest know none of this, But rest in everlasting peace of mind, And find the height of all their heaven is goodness.
Strona 74 - Through the high wood echoing shrill. Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state...
Strona 26 - ... destroy the births of women, and the increase of cattle ; they blast the corn on the ground, the grapes of the vineyard, the fruits of the trees, the grass and herbs of the field.
Strona 108 - But see, the setting Sun Puts on a milder countenance, and skirts The undulated clouds, that cross his way, With glory visible. His axle cools, And his broad disk, though fervent, not intense, Foretells the near approach of matron night. Ye fair, retreat ! Your drooping flowers need Wholesome refreshment. Down the hedge-row path We hasten home, and only slack our speed To gaze a moment at th' accustom'd gap, That all so unexpectedly presents The clear cerulean prospect down the vale.
Strona 284 - I have turn'd o'er the catalogue of human woes Which sting the heart of man and find none equal. It is the hydra of calamities, The sevenfold death; the jealous are the damn'd. Oh jealousy, each other passion's calm 80 To thee, thou conflagration of the soul! Thou king of torments! Thou grand counterpoise For all the transports beauty can inspire!