The Discarded Son: Or, Haunt of the Banditti. A Tale ...Printed at the Minerva Press, for Lane, Newman, and Company, 1807 |
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Sivu 22
... recollect herself a little , replaced her arm under the head of her mother , and removed the veil with which , like herself , she also was covered , to give her air ; whilst Osmond regaining the power of speech , entreated a glass of ...
... recollect herself a little , replaced her arm under the head of her mother , and removed the veil with which , like herself , she also was covered , to give her air ; whilst Osmond regaining the power of speech , entreated a glass of ...
Sivu 32
... recollected his appointment with Mactalla . He re - ascended , as he thought , the stair - case he had come down ; but a door at the top convinced him he was wrong . Fearful of being involved in the intricate passages be- low 32 THE ...
... recollected his appointment with Mactalla . He re - ascended , as he thought , the stair - case he had come down ; but a door at the top convinced him he was wrong . Fearful of being involved in the intricate passages be- low 32 THE ...
Sivu 39
... recollect , I dare say , the story I told you , as we travel- led along , of the village of Tessino ? ' Perfectly , ' replied Osmond . 6 Well , Signor , this is he , the identical person , ' laying his hand upon the shoulder of his ...
... recollect , I dare say , the story I told you , as we travel- led along , of the village of Tessino ? ' Perfectly , ' replied Osmond . 6 Well , Signor , this is he , the identical person , ' laying his hand upon the shoulder of his ...
Sivu 56
... .... What ho ! Signor , what the devil have you done to the door , that I can't open it ? ' I have bolted it , ' replied Osmond , imitating , as near- ly as he could recollect , the tones of Mr. 56 THE DISCARDED SON .
... .... What ho ! Signor , what the devil have you done to the door , that I can't open it ? ' I have bolted it , ' replied Osmond , imitating , as near- ly as he could recollect , the tones of Mr. 56 THE DISCARDED SON .
Sivu 57
... recollect , the tones of Mr. Raymond , as the ladies , being fatigued , are undressing to lay down . ' ' Well , I ... recollected himself .... Forgive , ' he cried , ' O for- give ! Thou , whose ways experience and observation ne- ver ...
... recollect , the tones of Mr. Raymond , as the ladies , being fatigued , are undressing to lay down . ' ' Well , I ... recollected himself .... Forgive , ' he cried , ' O for- give ! Thou , whose ways experience and observation ne- ver ...
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accent Acerenza agitation agreeable apartment appeared assure astonishment au voleur banditti beheld Benedict bosom Carlo castle conduct convinced Cordelia countenance cried Mactalla cried Osmond daugh daughter dear Delacour door doubt dreadful Duke D'Amalfi Elizabeth emotion encreasing endeavoured enquired exclaimed Osmond eyes Farmer Stubbs father fear feelings Felisco gentleman give Glengary hand happiness hear heard heart Heathwood Heaven hope horses hoofs idea immediately indignation induced instant interrupted involuntarily Irish brigades Isabella Lady O'Sinister length look Lord O'Sinister Lordship manner master ment mind minutes Miss Raymond mond Montana morning Munro Naples never night O'Grady occasioned old Andrew owing pause pray present quitted recollect reflected rejoined rendered repeated Osmond replied Osmond returned Osmond rienced scarcely Signor silence smile soon suddenly sure surprise tell thing thou thought tion Tivoli tone turning Venosa voice Watkins wish
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Sivu 111 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Sivu 109 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Sivu 111 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Sivu 69 - And sing the infusive force of Spring on man ,When heaven and earth, as if contending, vie To raise his being, and serene his soul, Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature ? Can fierce passions vex his breast, While every gale is peace, and every grove Is melody...
Sivu 111 - To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys...
Sivu 58 - All things to man's delightful use: the roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf: on either side Acanthus and each odorous bushy shrub Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses, and...
Sivu 111 - ... treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Sivu 111 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Sivu 132 - When not a breath disturbs the drowsy waves : But man, the very monster of the world, Is ne'er at rest ; the soul for ever wakes.