The Brothers; Or, The Castle of Niolo: A RomanceW. Emans, 1820 |
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... exclaimed , " if a thing in the shape of a man does but present itself , they stare and ogle like a nun at the naked boys which are carved in the chapels , and as for at- tempting to reform them , I would sooner attempt to turn ...
... exclaimed , " if a thing in the shape of a man does but present itself , they stare and ogle like a nun at the naked boys which are carved in the chapels , and as for at- tempting to reform them , I would sooner attempt to turn ...
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... exclaimed , at the same time placing his hand on the hilt of his sword- " lead me to the abbot or by 98 " We will , we will , " exclaimed the monks , and like a flock of waddling geese , they has- tened to the apartment of the abbot ...
... exclaimed , at the same time placing his hand on the hilt of his sword- " lead me to the abbot or by 98 " We will , we will , " exclaimed the monks , and like a flock of waddling geese , they has- tened to the apartment of the abbot ...
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A Romance Robert Huish. " Well said , old boy , " Leopold exclaimed , " go now and kill the fatted calf , I am going to turn . saint . " " Heaven defend us from such saints " said Ru- pert . " Come then , " said Leopold , clapping Rupert ...
A Romance Robert Huish. " Well said , old boy , " Leopold exclaimed , " go now and kill the fatted calf , I am going to turn . saint . " " Heaven defend us from such saints " said Ru- pert . " Come then , " said Leopold , clapping Rupert ...
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... exclaimed Ortano , " cannot possess any efficacy , but I suppose it was imagined that ten years penance and ab- stinence had washed away the crime of murder— or perhaps he was wholly innocent of it ? " I believe , " said Leopold , " his ...
... exclaimed Ortano , " cannot possess any efficacy , but I suppose it was imagined that ten years penance and ab- stinence had washed away the crime of murder— or perhaps he was wholly innocent of it ? " I believe , " said Leopold , " his ...
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... exclaimed , in a sort of ironical tone " is it on my past , present , or future happiness ? as to the former , I have found it only in wine and the lips of a woman , and both are full of treachery , and as to the latter , it is so ...
... exclaimed , in a sort of ironical tone " is it on my past , present , or future happiness ? as to the former , I have found it only in wine and the lips of a woman , and both are full of treachery , and as to the latter , it is so ...
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Page 16 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 171 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Page 183 - Yea even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory ; But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last...
Page 49 - I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Page 152 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Page 37 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Page 311 - Mark you this, Bassanio, The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ; A goodly apple rotten at the heart : O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! Shy.
Page 84 - Making it momentary as a sound, 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.
Page 356 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand...
Page 247 - What mortal eye can fix'd behold? Who stalks his round, an hideous form, Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep...