The Brothers; Or, The Castle of Niolo: A RomanceW. Emans, 1820 |
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... was most op- posite that of Frederic was mild , peaceable , and conciliating - whilst on the other hand , that of Leopold was stubborn , boisterous , and pas- Engrad by Hay from a drawing by Francis Crowe , 6 THE BROTHERS ; OR ,
... was most op- posite that of Frederic was mild , peaceable , and conciliating - whilst on the other hand , that of Leopold was stubborn , boisterous , and pas- Engrad by Hay from a drawing by Francis Crowe , 6 THE BROTHERS ; OR ,
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... was most op- posite that of Frederic was mild , peaceable , and conciliating - whilst on the other hand , that of Leopold was stubborn , boisterous , and pas- Engrad by Hay from a drawing by Francis Crowe , 6 THE BROTHERS ; OR ,
... was most op- posite that of Frederic was mild , peaceable , and conciliating - whilst on the other hand , that of Leopold was stubborn , boisterous , and pas- Engrad by Hay from a drawing by Francis Crowe , 6 THE BROTHERS ; OR ,
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... hand , Leopold dissipated his youth in every species of of debauchery ; there was no vice in which he had not waded deep - there was no crime , with which his soul was not acquainted . When a stripling , he was placed by his father in ...
... hand , Leopold dissipated his youth in every species of of debauchery ; there was no vice in which he had not waded deep - there was no crime , with which his soul was not acquainted . When a stripling , he was placed by his father in ...
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... hand the scene was formed . Blythe as the lark which carolled over her head - happy as the lamb which gamboled at her feet , she ran the even tenor of her life . With Ellen Rosenheim , her chosen favourite of all the novitiates , she ...
... hand the scene was formed . Blythe as the lark which carolled over her head - happy as the lamb which gamboled at her feet , she ran the even tenor of her life . With Ellen Rosenheim , her chosen favourite of all the novitiates , she ...
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... hand on the hilt of his sword- " lead me to the abbot or by 98 " We will , we will , " exclaimed the monks , and like a flock of waddling geese , they has- tened to the apartment of the abbot . Leopold , mean time , paced the court in ...
... hand on the hilt of his sword- " lead me to the abbot or by 98 " We will , we will , " exclaimed the monks , and like a flock of waddling geese , they has- tened to the apartment of the abbot . Leopold , mean time , paced the court in ...
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The Brothers; Or the Castle of Niolo. A Romance, Volym 1 Robert HUISH Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1840 |
The Brothers, Or the Castle of Niolo: A Romance (Classic Reprint) Robert Huish Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2017 |
The Brothers, Or the Castle of Niolo: A Romance (Classic Reprint) Robert Huish Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2017 |
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Sida 16 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Sida 171 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Sida 183 - Yea even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory ; But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last...
Sida 49 - I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Sida 152 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Sida 37 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Sida 311 - Mark you this, Bassanio, The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ; A goodly apple rotten at the heart : O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! Shy.
Sida 84 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Sida 356 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand...
Sida 247 - What mortal eye can fix'd behold? Who stalks his round, an hideous form, Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep...