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... celebrated graal * of our * The vessel out of which the last Passover was eaten . See the omance of Sir Lancelot du Lac for his adventures in search of it . " Lord . You can see the inscription still quite 160 THE SPECTRE UNMASKED .
... celebrated graal * of our * The vessel out of which the last Passover was eaten . See the omance of Sir Lancelot du Lac for his adventures in search of it . " Lord . You can see the inscription still quite 160 THE SPECTRE UNMASKED .
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... Lord , by the command of the treasurer . ' On this account it was so carefully pre- served ; and you may remark , that this palpable vase- like form overturns the opinion of some writers , who have maintained that the graal was in the ...
... Lord , by the command of the treasurer . ' On this account it was so carefully pre- served ; and you may remark , that this palpable vase- like form overturns the opinion of some writers , who have maintained that the graal was in the ...
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... lord ! be silent here , " articulated the confidant . These pillars may have ears , and the very statues of the saints may betray us . These men look as if the head of a prince were as indifferent to them as that of a spy , who this ...
... lord ! be silent here , " articulated the confidant . These pillars may have ears , and the very statues of the saints may betray us . These men look as if the head of a prince were as indifferent to them as that of a spy , who this ...
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... lord duke ! " said he , and looked full in " These Frenchmen are throwing off Giacomo's face . their sluggishness . It is well you are here . Your regiment must leave the barracks and mount the walls , for yonder cavalry are suddenly ...
... lord duke ! " said he , and looked full in " These Frenchmen are throwing off Giacomo's face . their sluggishness . It is well you are here . Your regiment must leave the barracks and mount the walls , for yonder cavalry are suddenly ...
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... Lord duke , the northern ice mountains have for thousands of years resisted the attacks of the ocean , and your contracted mind is as unable to pronounce when they will give way to time , as it is to foresee whether this place is not ...
... Lord duke , the northern ice mountains have for thousands of years resisted the attacks of the ocean , and your contracted mind is as unable to pronounce when they will give way to time , as it is to foresee whether this place is not ...
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Adelaide Alexiew Alphonse answered appeared arms Arnaut avalanche bagnio baron beautiful began bishop of Beauvais brother castle child concealed cottage countenance cried dæmon dark daughter dear death delight door ducats duke Edeliza Elfrida Elly enemy entered exclaimed eyes face father fear feelings fell Florence gave girl Greece Grisons halberd hand happy head heard heart heaven Hildegarde honour hope hour husband Jeronimo knew lady Leofwyn live looked lord Lothaire Lucens Madalena marriage marry Marseilles master melancholy mind morning mother never Nicolas night noble once Oswald Padua passed Pedrosa perceived Philip poor racter Reginald replied returned round Saalburg Santa Maura Saxon scarcely seemed servant silence smile snow soon soul spirit stood Stürvis Suabians sword tears thee thing thou thought took trembling voice Voivode wife wish Wolfe woman words young
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Seite 282 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Seite 132 - ... and accomplishment of the most refined ones ; every better feeling warm and vivid, every ungentle one repressed or overcome. He was not addicted to love ; but he felt himself happy in being the friend of Mademoiselle La Roche, and sometimes envied her father the possession of such a child. After a journey of eleven days, they arrived at the dwelling of La Roche. . It was situated in one of those valleys of the canton of Berne, where Nature seems to repose, as it were, in quiet, and has enclosed...
Seite 287 - tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Seite 142 - s heart was smitten ; and I have heard him, long after, confess that there were moments when the remembrance overcame him even to weakness ; when, amidst all the pleasures of philosophical discovery, and the pride of literary fame, he recalled to his mind the venerable figure of the good La Roche, and wished that he had never doubted.
Seite 175 - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah, no; — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, " Let one living head, But one, arise — we come, we come!
Seite 127 - s, the finer and more delicate sensibilities are seldom known to have place; or, if originally implanted there, are in a great measure extinguished by the exertions of intense study and profound investigation. Hence the idea of philosophy and...
Seite 175 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush?— our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred, grant but three To make a new Thermopylae!
Seite 134 - ... the exquisite pleasure derived from music, you regret your want of musical powers and musical feelings ; it is a department of soul, you say, which nature has almost denied you, which, from the effects you see it have on others, you are sure must be highly delightful. Why should not the same thing be said of religion? Trust me I feel it in the same way, an energy, an inspiration, which I would not lose for all the blessings of sense, or enjoyments of the world ; yet so far from lessening my relish...
Seite 175 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Seite 126 - Come near to me, William; kneel down by the bed-side, and let my hand feel the head of my beloved son ; for blindness is coming fast upon me. Thou wert my first-born, and thou art my only living son. All thy brothers and sisters are lying in the churchyard, beside her whose sweet face thine own, William, did once so much resemble. Long wert thou the joy, the pride of my soul.