Gaston de Blondeville, Or, The Court of Henry III, Keeping Festival in Ardenne, a Romance. St. Alban's Abbey, a Metrical Tale; with Some Poetical Pieces, Band 1H. Colburn, 1826 |
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Gaston de Blondeville, Or the Court of Henry Iii. Keeping Festival ..., Band 1 Ann Ward Radcliffe Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2012 |
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Seite 65 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Seite 79 - How sweet is the cadence of the distant surge ! It seemed, as we sat in our inn, as if a faint peal of far-off bells mingled with the sounds on shore, sometimes heard, sometimes lost : the first note of the beginning, and last of the falling peal, seeming always the most distinct. This resounding of the distant surge on a rocky shore might have given...
Seite 65 - ... bordered with gold; curtains and chairs the same, and a most rich carpet, in crimson and black. A finely stuccoed carved ceiling; a large bow-window looking upon the woods of the park. In a shaded corner, near the chimney, a most exquisite Claude, an evening view, perhaps over the Campagna of Rome. The sight of this picture imparted much of the luxurious repose and satisfaction, which we derive from contemplating the finest scenes of Nature. Here was the poet, as well as the painter, touching...
Seite 118 - In the journals, as no idea of authorship interposed to give restraint to her style, there is entire fidelity and truth. She seems the very chronicler and secretary of nature; makes us feel the freshness of the air; and listen to the gentlest sounds. Not only does she keep each scene distinct from all others, however similar in general character; but discriminates its shifting aspects with the most delicate exactness. No aerial tint of a fleecy cloud is too evanescent to be imaged in her transparent...
Seite 13 - A scrupulous self-respect, almost too nice to be appreciated in these days, induced her sedulously to avoid the appearance of reception on account of her literary fame. The very thought of appearing in person as the author of her romances shocked the delicacy of her mind. To the publication of her works she was constrained by the force of her own genius ; but nothing could tempt her to publish herself; or to sink, for the moment, the gentlewoman in the novelist.
Seite 106 - Radcliffe may fairly be considered as the inventor of a new style of romance; equally distinct from the old tales of chivalry and magic, and from modern representations of credible incidents and living manners. Her works partially exhibit the charms of each species of composition ; interweaving the miraculous with the probable, in consistent narrative, and breathing of tenderness and beauty peculiarly her own.
Seite 98 - Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself, The bell then beating one' One other quotation from these Journals, and we have done.
Seite 21 - ... generations have beheld us and passed away, as you now behold us, and shall pass away : they thought of the generations before them, as you now think of them, and as future ages shall think of you. We have witnessed this, yet we remain ; the voices that revelled beneath us are heard no more, yet the winds of Heaven still sound in our ivy.
Seite 12 - Not so the mighty magician of The Mysteries of Udolpho, bred and- nourished by the Florentine muses in their sacred solitary caverns, amid the paler shrines of gothic superstition, and in all the dreariness of enchantment ; a poetess whom Ariosto would with rapture have acknowledged, as -" La nudrita Damigella Trivulzia al sacro speco.