Eva; or, The bridal spectre [by mrs. W. Johnson].G. Virtue, 1830 - 309 |
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... word with Ed- mund or Agnes , except wishing them good night , re- tired to his chamber . Old Matthias muttered his Paternoster , and prayed the saints would protect him from the power of the Evil One , as Sir Edward crossed the gallery ...
... word with Ed- mund or Agnes , except wishing them good night , re- tired to his chamber . Old Matthias muttered his Paternoster , and prayed the saints would protect him from the power of the Evil One , as Sir Edward crossed the gallery ...
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... words , he was but ill satisfied with this kind of half promise ; nor could he urge him further . After he had partaken of some refreshment , he took leave of his old friend , and , with his uncle , returned to his own dwelling . It now ...
... words , he was but ill satisfied with this kind of half promise ; nor could he urge him further . After he had partaken of some refreshment , he took leave of his old friend , and , with his uncle , returned to his own dwelling . It now ...
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... Edmund , somewhat impatiently ; -then nodding an adieu to Sir Eldred and Agnes , rode off at a brisk pace , followed by his attendants .. CHAPTER IV .. He pleaded innocence , While every word 12 EVA ; OR , THE BRIDAL SPECTRE .
... Edmund , somewhat impatiently ; -then nodding an adieu to Sir Eldred and Agnes , rode off at a brisk pace , followed by his attendants .. CHAPTER IV .. He pleaded innocence , While every word 12 EVA ; OR , THE BRIDAL SPECTRE .
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... word he spoke belied his features , And mocked his protestations . Iron Chest . No hopes were at this time entertained , either by Sir Raymond or Sir Eldred , of a union taking place be- tween Edmund and Roselma , and as they were deter ...
... word he spoke belied his features , And mocked his protestations . Iron Chest . No hopes were at this time entertained , either by Sir Raymond or Sir Eldred , of a union taking place be- tween Edmund and Roselma , and as they were deter ...
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... words of Sir Eldred aroused Agnes as from a fearful dream . Think me an accessary ! " she said " alas ! Sir Eldred , you surely cannot think me guilty of such baseness . " “ I have ever thought your disposition most amia- ble , " said ...
... words of Sir Eldred aroused Agnes as from a fearful dream . Think me an accessary ! " she said " alas ! Sir Eldred , you surely cannot think me guilty of such baseness . " “ I have ever thought your disposition most amia- ble , " said ...
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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!