The Novels of Mrs. Ann Radcliffe ...: To which is Prefixed, a Memoir of the Life of the Author, Том 10 |
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... length this un- welcome truth is received into the mind , we at first reject , with disgust , every appearance of good , we disdain to partake of a happiness which we cannot always command , and we not unfre- quently sink into a ...
... length this un- welcome truth is received into the mind , we at first reject , with disgust , every appearance of good , we disdain to partake of a happiness which we cannot always command , and we not unfre- quently sink into a ...
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... length the Chevalier de Menon asked me of the Count , who consulted my heart , and , finding it favourable to the connection , proceeded to make the necessary inquiries concerning the family of the stranger . He obtained a satisfactory ...
... length the Chevalier de Menon asked me of the Count , who consulted my heart , and , finding it favourable to the connection , proceeded to make the necessary inquiries concerning the family of the stranger . He obtained a satisfactory ...
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... length the family retired to rest . The cas- tle clock had struck one , and Julia began to fear that Ferdinand had been discovered , when a knocking was heard at the door of the outer chamber . Her heart beat with apprehensions , which ...
... length the family retired to rest . The cas- tle clock had struck one , and Julia began to fear that Ferdinand had been discovered , when a knocking was heard at the door of the outer chamber . Her heart beat with apprehensions , which ...
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... length exaspe- rated almost to madness . In Julia this sudden and unexpected inter- view excited a mingled emotion of love and vexa- Ferdinand listened to this narrative in silent horror . He. 1 cape . The morning now dawned , and Ferdi ...
... length exaspe- rated almost to madness . In Julia this sudden and unexpected inter- view excited a mingled emotion of love and vexa- Ferdinand listened to this narrative in silent horror . He. 1 cape . The morning now dawned , and Ferdi ...
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... length , recovering his voice , Can you , ma- dam , said he , forgive this intrusion , so uninten- tional ? or will it deprive me of that esteem which I have but lately ventured to believe I possessed , and which I value more than exist ...
... length , recovering his voice , Can you , ma- dam , said he , forgive this intrusion , so uninten- tional ? or will it deprive me of that esteem which I have but lately ventured to believe I possessed , and which I value more than exist ...
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Стр. xxxviii - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley : Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Стр. 90 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Стр. 269 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
Стр. 248 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Стр. 157 - The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton and too full of gawds To give me audience. If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound on into the drowsy race of night...
Стр. 325 - The sun had just sunk below the top of the mountains she was descending, whose long shadow stretched athwart the valley ; but his sloping rays, shooting through an opening of the cliffs, touched with a yellow gleam the summits of the forest that hung upon the opposite steeps, and streamed in full splendour upon the towers and battlements of a castle that spread its extensive ramparts along the brow of a precipice above. The splendour of these illumined objects was heightened by the contrasted shade...
Стр. 75 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Стр. 267 - Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's glowing hand supply A charm so suited to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind? As drops this little weeping rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill; While, through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray?
Стр. 325 - ... of evening. Silent, lonely, and sublime, it seemed to stand the sovereign of the scene, and to frown defiance on all who dared to invade its solitary reign. As the twilight deepened, its features became more awful in obscurity, and Emily continued to gaze, till its clustering towers were alone seen rising over the tops of the woods, beneath whose thick shade the carriages soon after began to ascend.
Стр. 235 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even...