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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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 76
Sivu 6
... tell you all about it , if you have no objection to a melancholy story . " Not the least , if you have none to tell one . ' Oh not the smallest ; merry or sad ' tis all one to me . I used to keep the Marchesa's people alive and merry ...
... tell you all about it , if you have no objection to a melancholy story . " Not the least , if you have none to tell one . ' Oh not the smallest ; merry or sad ' tis all one to me . I used to keep the Marchesa's people alive and merry ...
Sivu 7
... tell you . About two years ago , the Marchesa Morati , and her husband the late Marchese , went to pay a visit to a friend residing among the most distant of the mountains on the opposite shore . Returning from this to their castle ...
... tell you . About two years ago , the Marchesa Morati , and her husband the late Marchese , went to pay a visit to a friend residing among the most distant of the mountains on the opposite shore . Returning from this to their castle ...
Sivu 11
... tell you , Sig- nor , both man and beast might be worse off than here . " The shelter they had obtained was , however , but par- tial . The rain fell in torrents , and was frequently blown in their faces by sudden squalis of wind , and ...
... tell you , Sig- nor , both man and beast might be worse off than here . " The shelter they had obtained was , however , but par- tial . The rain fell in torrents , and was frequently blown in their faces by sudden squalis of wind , and ...
Sivu 13
... tell you . ' Wine being produced , the ruffians became still more noisy and argumentative than they had before been . • Oh , holy St. Benedict ! ' at length softly exclaimed Mactalla , in his master's ear , what will become of us ...
... tell you . ' Wine being produced , the ruffians became still more noisy and argumentative than they had before been . • Oh , holy St. Benedict ! ' at length softly exclaimed Mactalla , in his master's ear , what will become of us ...
Sivu 25
... ha , well said , Mr. Mac , ' shouted one of the par- ty .... here's my service to you , and let me tell you ' tis not here you'll be likely to meet with one . ' VOL . II . C " Yes , yes , it must be so , THE DISCARDED SON . 25.
... ha , well said , Mr. Mac , ' shouted one of the par- ty .... here's my service to you , and let me tell you ' tis not here you'll be likely to meet with one . ' VOL . II . C " Yes , yes , it must be so , THE DISCARDED SON . 25.
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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.