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Giovanni Sbogarro: A Venetian Tale. [Taken from the French], Volym 1
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1820
Giovanni Sbogarro: A Venetian Tale. Taken from the French
Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2020
Antonia appeared approached attention become brigands called castle CHAPTER close continued conversation countenance covered cried Dalmatian dark death doubt earth enjoy existence expression eyes face fear feelings felt female fixed flowers followed forms gave gentle Giovanni Sbogarro give glance gloomy hand happiness head heard heart hope idea imagined known lady liberty light live longer looks Madame Alberoni Mark ment midst mind moment monk mountains mystery nature never night noble object occupied Orsonio painful particular party passed paused perceived person present pressed prisoner ready reason recollection reflected regard remained repeated replied returned Sbirri seated secret seemed seen sentiment separated Signor Signor Orsonio silence sister smiled society sounds speak strange tender terror thing thought tion turned Venetian Venice voice wild wish young
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Sida 39 - Tis sweet to hear At midnight on the blue and moonlit deep The song and oar of Adria's gondolier, By distance mellow'd, o'er the waters sweep; 'Tis sweet to see the evening star appear; 'Tis sweet to listen as the night-winds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.
Sida 221 - What awfull silence ! How these antique towers And vacant courts chill the suspended soul, Till expectation wears the cast of fear; And fear, half-ready to become devotion, Mumbles a kind of mental orison, It knows not wherefore.
Sida 5 - In conformity to the act of Congress of the United States, entitled, " An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned ;
Sida 15 - Next Anger rush'd : his eyes on fire, In lightnings, own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings.
Sida 8 - And down the briny street; where on each hand, Amazing seen amid unstable waves, The splendid palace shines ; and rising tides, The green steps marking, murmur at the door. To this fair Queen of Adria's stormy gulf, The mart of nations ? long, obedient seas Roll'd all the treasure of the radiant East.
Sida 49 - That still they live and shine, and ne'er will die, Till in a moment, with the last day's brand They burn, and with them burn sea, air, and land.
Sida 149 - Stay, I fancy I'm now turn'd wild, a commoner of nature; Of all forsaken, and forsaking all, Live in a shady forest's sylvan scene, Stretch'd at my length beneath some blasted oak, I lean my head upon the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it : My uncomb'd locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face ; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot Vent.