The Household of Bouverie: Or, the Elixir of Gold, Том 1Derby & Jackson, 1860 Set in Kentucky, the novel tells of a scientist, Erastus Bouverie, who, subject to fits of jealousy, torments his wife, using strange chemical processes to damage those he hates. |
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... rose I saw that he was writhed and shrunken on one side of his figure , and that he leaned upon his cane habitually , whether standing or walking . Yet , beautif as were both mother and son , they did not greatly resemb each other ...
... rose I saw that he was writhed and shrunken on one side of his figure , and that he leaned upon his cane habitually , whether standing or walking . Yet , beautif as were both mother and son , they did not greatly resemb each other ...
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... rose ; she tottered rather than walked to the door . I wrested my hand from Dr. Quintil , and rushed after her . " Stay , " I cried , " let me speak to you at least one word , before we part forever . You are the last of my father's ...
... rose ; she tottered rather than walked to the door . I wrested my hand from Dr. Quintil , and rushed after her . " Stay , " I cried , " let me speak to you at least one word , before we part forever . You are the last of my father's ...
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... rose I held in my left . " I think it is quite time I should love you . " 66 ' Love any one else you please , Lilian , " she said , in a low , mo- notonous tone , wholly different from her usually well - modulated accents ; " love ...
... rose I held in my left . " I think it is quite time I should love you . " 66 ' Love any one else you please , Lilian , " she said , in a low , mo- notonous tone , wholly different from her usually well - modulated accents ; " love ...
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... roses , a deluge of honey and rosewater , and all fine odors , a perfect avalanche of plumes and pearls , more potent to subdue and smother soul- snakes than all the pelting of sticks and stones . And under this great tempest of ...
... roses , a deluge of honey and rosewater , and all fine odors , a perfect avalanche of plumes and pearls , more potent to subdue and smother soul- snakes than all the pelting of sticks and stones . And under this great tempest of ...
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... rose to cross the room to sit by Dr. Quintil - now weary of sauntering -accepting at last his mute but oft - repeated invitation . Father Clare smiled at this parting sally- " Parthian dart , " he called it . " She knows your besetting ...
... rose to cross the room to sit by Dr. Quintil - now weary of sauntering -accepting at last his mute but oft - repeated invitation . Father Clare smiled at this parting sally- " Parthian dart , " he called it . " She knows your besetting ...
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affection Alchemy amused asked bear beautiful believe better Bianca Bishop Clare blood called chamber child clasped cold Colonel de Courcy dark dear death Doctor Quintil door dream dress Erastus Everard eyes Fabius face father feeling felt forever gaze grand grandfather grandmother grandmother's half hand happy head heard heart hope HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE Jasper JOANNA BAILLIE knew laughed light lips looked Lord Torrington lyre Madame matter Merodach Miss Lilian MOSS-SIDE mother murmured mystery nature never night once pain passed passion Pat McCormick patient peculiar perhaps pict poor possess presence Quintilian reply rest rose seemed shadow silent silent agitation smile sorrow soul speak spirit spoke stood strange sweet Taunton Tower tears tell tender thee things THOMAS HOOD thought thousand guineas tion tortoise truth turned Violet Fane voice words
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Стр. 115 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Стр. 205 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Стр. 115 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Стр. 116 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Стр. 55 - Page. So stately and so graceful is her form, I thought at first her stature was gigantic ; But on a near approach I found, in truth, She scarcely does surpass the middle size.
Стр. 151 - essence of sunshine," it would not have surprised me, for inherent radiance it certainly seemed to contain. I had just time to set the vial down, which I had raised between my vision and the line of light that came through the slightly opened door, when he awoke, coughing violently, and fixed his glittering eyes full on my face. Aroused by the shrill summons, or perhaps already watching for such a signal, Dr. Quintil came almost instantly to his assistance, and sustained him in his arms; at the same...
Стр. 153 - ... sacrifice that he might see fit to demand, or that I might find it possible to make. Yet, why was this? Others as nearly related to me had awakened no parallel enthusiasm in my soul. I have done wrong perhaps in thinking that it was the power of blood that stirred me thus. Was it not rather some fine magnetic influence totally independent of mere relationship, that rendered every faculty of my being as responsive to his will as the keys of the lute to the touch of the master player? I know not...
Стр. 17 - ... other, while the moon shone down through the great skylight revealing to the startled watchers his ghastly lineaments and spectral form — she had, in the desperation of her fear and agony, sealed up forever those haunted and accursed chambers. For this purpose the stairway had been removed, and the space between the two halls floored and ceiled. This was done with an expedition that made food for conjecture in the neighborhood, having its origin, doubtless, in the almost frenzied terror of...