The Brothers; Or, The Castle of Niolo: A RomanceW. Emans, 1820 |
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... head - happy as the lamb which gamboled at her feet , she ran the even tenor of her life . With Ellen Rosenheim , her chosen favourite of all the novitiates , she enjoyed the bliss of a fond , affectionate , and amiable friend ; they ...
... head - happy as the lamb which gamboled at her feet , she ran the even tenor of her life . With Ellen Rosenheim , her chosen favourite of all the novitiates , she enjoyed the bliss of a fond , affectionate , and amiable friend ; they ...
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... head with disdain at the request , and wondered how the daughter of Frederic Lindamore , and sole heiress to the immense property of the family , could condescend to associate with rude and vulgar peasantry — that for her part she never ...
... head with disdain at the request , and wondered how the daughter of Frederic Lindamore , and sole heiress to the immense property of the family , could condescend to associate with rude and vulgar peasantry — that for her part she never ...
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... heads of the whole cowled tribe ; — the question of the absolution of a murderer , provided he was prepared with a good sum to pay for it , would have been dispatched in a quar- ter of the time . To add to this dilemma , the abbot had ...
... heads of the whole cowled tribe ; — the question of the absolution of a murderer , provided he was prepared with a good sum to pay for it , would have been dispatched in a quar- ter of the time . To add to this dilemma , the abbot had ...
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... head , for he was certain their visit to Niolo boded no good to his aged master ,. and especially as Leopold had taken the advan- tages of his brother's absence to obtrude the so- ciety of his worthless companions upon the pri- vacy of ...
... head , for he was certain their visit to Niolo boded no good to his aged master ,. and especially as Leopold had taken the advan- tages of his brother's absence to obtrude the so- ciety of his worthless companions upon the pri- vacy of ...
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... and I know more than the monks do on that head , " said Rupert . Why what dost thou know of him ? " Leo- pold asked . " I know that I see him before me , " Rupert answered . " Well said , old boy , " Leopold exclaimed 44 THE BROTHERS ; OR ,
... and I know more than the monks do on that head , " said Rupert . Why what dost thou know of him ? " Leo- pold asked . " I know that I see him before me , " Rupert answered . " Well said , old boy , " Leopold exclaimed 44 THE BROTHERS ; OR ,
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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...