Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 8Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1840 |
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... arm could avail , it should not be slow to strike . " " Manfully resolved ! " cried Catesby , who never lost an op- portunity of gaining a proselyte . " I will point out to you a way by which you may accomplish what you desire . But we ...
... arm could avail , it should not be slow to strike . " " Manfully resolved ! " cried Catesby , who never lost an op- portunity of gaining a proselyte . " I will point out to you a way by which you may accomplish what you desire . But we ...
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... arms thoughtfully upon his breast . The eyes of the sufferer were closed , and his lips sightly apart , but no breath seemed to issue from them . His bronzed com- plexion had assumed the ghastly hue of death , and his strongly- marked ...
... arms thoughtfully upon his breast . The eyes of the sufferer were closed , and his lips sightly apart , but no breath seemed to issue from them . His bronzed com- plexion had assumed the ghastly hue of death , and his strongly- marked ...
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... arms of Christino , and damnation to the Pretender ! " Scarcely had he spoken the words , when one of the guests ad- vanced towards Alvas . He was a man of forty years of age , of a commanding stature and military air , and was ...
... arms of Christino , and damnation to the Pretender ! " Scarcely had he spoken the words , when one of the guests ad- vanced towards Alvas . He was a man of forty years of age , of a commanding stature and military air , and was ...
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... arms about Alvas , crying , " Jesu Maria ! Alvas , be calm ! Think of me . " Alvas , however , shaking her off , and ... arms . " With these words he threw his mantle from off his shoulder , and rolling it round his left arm , the ...
... arms about Alvas , crying , " Jesu Maria ! Alvas , be calm ! Think of me . " Alvas , however , shaking her off , and ... arms . " With these words he threw his mantle from off his shoulder , and rolling it round his left arm , the ...
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... arm with resolution to abide the conflict . An old friar made an attempt to stop the effusion of blood ; but on all sides a cry was heard , " Let them alone ! Let them fight it out ! " A circle was now formed about the two combatants ...
... arm with resolution to abide the conflict . An old friar made an attempt to stop the effusion of blood ; but on all sides a cry was heard , " Let them alone ! Let them fight it out ! " A circle was now formed about the two combatants ...
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Page 76 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 156 - DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country ; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Page 150 - At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Page 162 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Page 444 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 543 - ... the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lyra chants, With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Page 165 - I know not why, except that an instinctive spirit prompted me — to certain low and indefinite sounds which came, through the pauses of the storm, at long intervals, I knew not whence. Overpowered by an intense sentiment of horror, unaccountable yet unendurable, I threw on my clothes with haste (for I felt that I should sleep no more during the night), and endeavoured to arouse myself from the pitiable condition into which I had fallen, by pacing rapidly to and fro through the apartment.
Page 161 - An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber.
Page 157 - I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity — an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn — a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible and leaden-hued.
Page 167 - Long - long - long - many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it - yet I dared not - oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! - I dared not - I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb!