The Confessional of Valombre: A Romance ...Printed at the Minerva-Press, for A. K. Newman and Company, 1812 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 37.
Strana 5
... Heaven , for Heaven's high ordinations had he violated ; he could not call on death , for death was the passport to eter- nal torture ; and yet his trembling lips framed , B 3 framed , midst the conflict of his soul , a CONFESSIONAL OF ...
... Heaven , for Heaven's high ordinations had he violated ; he could not call on death , for death was the passport to eter- nal torture ; and yet his trembling lips framed , B 3 framed , midst the conflict of his soul , a CONFESSIONAL OF ...
Strana 6
... Heaven has washed the stain , and Mercy smiles acceptance . - Re- pent ! Montauban , repent ! ” Deep and unbroken was the stillness which succeeded ; yet the monk moved not ; motionless he stood , his head bend- ing towards the earth ...
... Heaven has washed the stain , and Mercy smiles acceptance . - Re- pent ! Montauban , repent ! ” Deep and unbroken was the stillness which succeeded ; yet the monk moved not ; motionless he stood , his head bend- ing towards the earth ...
Strana 21
... Heaven , then , drawing her veil over her face , paused irresolute . Suddenly she grasped the hand of Louisine , and pointed to the silver moon- " There no secrets are hid , " she articulated , " there our deeds are re- gistered . Weak ...
... Heaven , then , drawing her veil over her face , paused irresolute . Suddenly she grasped the hand of Louisine , and pointed to the silver moon- " There no secrets are hid , " she articulated , " there our deeds are re- gistered . Weak ...
Strana 22
... Heaven . knows it is changed , " again interrupted Laurette ; for I have lived to bless the hand which tore me from evil ; once I cursed him - cursed my husband ! ' tis a sad story ! but now , at the altar's foot , I bless and pray his ...
... Heaven . knows it is changed , " again interrupted Laurette ; for I have lived to bless the hand which tore me from evil ; once I cursed him - cursed my husband ! ' tis a sad story ! but now , at the altar's foot , I bless and pray his ...
Strana 37
... Heaven . " " Not even to snatch her from misery ? " observed Montauban , with a smile of in- credulity . " Not selfishly to ensure my own hap → piness , " replied Theodore ; " not to ran → som my existence , would I entail on her a ...
... Heaven . " " Not even to snatch her from misery ? " observed Montauban , with a smile of in- credulity . " Not selfishly to ensure my own hap → piness , " replied Theodore ; " not to ran → som my existence , would I entail on her a ...
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abbot alike auban awakened bandit banditti banished Bena Copia blast bless bliss bosom breathed brother calm castle cavern CHAP chapel cheek claim clasped closed confessional of Valombre cottage courage death dire dois drawbridge duke de Vermandois e'en eager Ermis Ermissende eternal exclaimed exertion exultation eyes fancy fate father Betsolin fear feelings fled Garonne Gascony glowed grasped guilt hand haunts heart Heaven heir hero honour hope horror implored Javotte lady Ju lady Juliette Lamballe Laurette liette lingered lost Louisine mandois mercy mind missende monk Mont Montau Montauban Montbel Montbelliard Montelioné murder murmured night o'er once pang passion paused peace pine Plessis promised Pyrenees quick Randolphe rejoined repentance replied secret SHAKESPEARE shrunk shuddered sigh sister slumber smile snatched solin sorrow soul spirit splendour stamped struggles tear Theodore Theodore's thought tion tured Twas unani uncon veil Verman Vermandois's virtue whispered wild youth
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Strana 178 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 244 - Virtue still does With scorn the mercenary world regard, Where abject souls do good, and hope reward : Above the worthless trophies men can raise, She seeks not honours, wealth, nor airy praise, But with herself, herself the goddess pays.
Strana 72 - P>efore mine eyes, in every light of life, The father and the king. What weight of duty Lay on a son from such a parent sprung, What virtuous toil to shine with his renown, Has been my thought by day, my dream by night : But first and ever nearest to my heart Was this prime duty, so to frame my conduct Tow'rd such a father, as were I a father, My soul would wish to meet with from a son. And may reproach transmit my name abhorr'd To latest time — if ever thought was mine Unjust to filial reverence,...
Strana 164 - My heart won't let me speak it ; but remember, Monimia, poor Monimia, tells you this, We ne'er must meet again Cast.
Strana 1 - scape their eyes whom guilt had taught to fear. DRYDEN. What a state is guilt, When ev'ry thing alarms it ! like a sentinel Who sleeps upon his watch, it wakes in dread, Ev'n at a breath of wind.
Strana 226 - Despair not, for there reigns above A potent God, that overlooks mankind : To his directing hand submit, For ling'ring Time knows his redressing hour.
Strana 119 - Blood hath been shed ere now, j.'the oldtn time, Ere human statute purg"d the gen'ral weal; Ay, and since too, ainfdt»a have been iwrform'd Too terrible for the ear.