The Children of the Abbey: A Tale |
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Adela affected agitation already Amanda appeared asked assured attended attention beautiful Belgrave believe called child Colonel conduct continued convinced cried daughter dear delightful desired door doubt entered exclaimed expected expressed eyes face father fear feelings felt Fitzalan followed fortune gave girl give going hand happiness head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour idea immediately kind knew Lady Euphrasia Lady Greystock letter longer looked Lord Cherbury Lord Mortimer manner marchioness means mentioned mind minutes Miss Miss Fitzalan moment morning nature never night once opened Oscar passed person pleasing pleasure poor present promised received replied request retired returned seat seemed sigh Sir Charles sister situation soon sorrow soul spirits started suffer suppose sure surprise tears tenderness thought tion told took trembling turned voice wish woman young
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Seite 55 - She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: Among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: All her friends have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies.
Seite 299 - Oh Death ! where is thy sting ? Oh Grave ! where is thy victory ? The sting of Death is sin, and the strength of sin is the Law.
Seite 38 - Awake, awake, my Lyre ! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail ; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire : Though so exalted she And I so lowly be Tell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. Hark, how the strings awake ! And, though the moving hand approach not near, Themselves with awful fear A kind of numerous trembling make. Now all thy forces try ; Now all thy charms apply ; Revenge upon her ear the conquests of her eye. Weak Lyre ! thy virtue sure Is useless...
Seite 54 - Spring To weeping fancy pines ; and yon bright arch, Contracted, bends into a dusky vault. All Nature fades extinct : and she alone, Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every thought, Fills every sense, and pants in every vein. Books are but formal dulness — tedious friends ; And sad amid the social band he sits, Lonely, and unattentive. From his tongue The...
Seite 395 - So often fills his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps at the silent hour, To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour...
Seite 32 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Seite 187 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous ; Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove : And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Seite 165 - At this, a flood of tears Lavinia shed; A crimson blush her beauteous face o'erspread, Varying her cheeks by turns with white and red. The driving colors, never at a stay, Run here and there, and flush, and fade away.
Seite 230 - Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery.
Seite 116 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. < And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Children of the Abbey: A Tale Ausgabe 411 von Lovell's Library |
| Autor/in | Regina Maria Roche |
| Verlag | J.B. Alden, 1884 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 26. März 2008 |
| Länge | 629 Seiten |
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