The Eve of San-Pietro: A Tale. In Three Volumes..T. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand, 1804 - Gothic fiction (Literary genre) |
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... attachment ; - but he went no further ; his answer was cowardly and evasive ; and at the moment truth and conviction flashed on the high mind of de Cleance , he spurned c . 3 spurned him from his dwelling in silence and contempt . 29.
... attachment ; - but he went no further ; his answer was cowardly and evasive ; and at the moment truth and conviction flashed on the high mind of de Cleance , he spurned c . 3 spurned him from his dwelling in silence and contempt . 29.
Page 47
... answer ; and such was the proud dig nity of his deportment , that the personal interrogatory was ever checked by the fear of offending , or losing an inmate , whose wit and conversation spread an irresistible fascination wher- ever he ...
... answer ; and such was the proud dig nity of his deportment , that the personal interrogatory was ever checked by the fear of offending , or losing an inmate , whose wit and conversation spread an irresistible fascination wher- ever he ...
Page 56
... answered ; and then climbing , by means of the broken and projecting stones , to the window , looked around him ; he saw the boat , he distinguished the persons of his confederates , but the depth was fright- ful ! and his bold ...
... answered ; and then climbing , by means of the broken and projecting stones , to the window , looked around him ; he saw the boat , he distinguished the persons of his confederates , but the depth was fright- ful ! and his bold ...
Page 83
... she cried , catching the arm of Guiseppe , as he rode close beside her , " it has killed me ! " " THAT's rather extraordinary too , " answered the man , in an ironical tone , E 6 " there " there is nothing in general very per- nicious in ...
... she cried , catching the arm of Guiseppe , as he rode close beside her , " it has killed me ! " " THAT's rather extraordinary too , " answered the man , in an ironical tone , E 6 " there " there is nothing in general very per- nicious in ...
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... answered Gui- seppe ; and , if it were day - light , you could now distinguish the turrets of Morano Castle rising high above the trees . " " I CAN proceed no further , " said Eloise , stopping her horse , as the name of " Indeed , of ...
... answered Gui- seppe ; and , if it were day - light , you could now distinguish the turrets of Morano Castle rising high above the trees . " " I CAN proceed no further , " said Eloise , stopping her horse , as the name of " Indeed , of ...
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Abruzzo agita agony Albenza ance behold Bertoldo bosom breast castle chese child Claudine Cleance Corvino cottage countenance cried crimes curse danger dared death deprived despair door dreadful dungeon dying Eloise Eve of San exclaimed existence eyes fatal fatal beauty fatal secret fate Father Jerome fear feelings garment gazed Gradisca groan guilty Guiseppe hand happiness hastened heart Heaven honour hope horror hour induced infant innocence instantly inwardly Italy look Lord Lorenzo Louis de Volange Marchese di Morano Marquis de Volange marriage ment mind miseries misfortunes Moraldi mother murder Naples ness never night offspring once pangs parent Paulina peace poniard proved quired racter repentant replied revenge round ruin San Pietro secret seek Signiora small pox soon sorrow soul spirit sufferings tears tenderness thee thou thought tion treachery Ubal Ubaldo vengeance victim villain Viola virtuous wife witness woman wound wretched youth Zanotti
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Page 199 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 199 - Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both of lost happiness, and lasting pain, Torments him : round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once, as far as Angels...
Page 166 - His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Page 166 - Unmark'd ; — see, from behind her secret stand, The sly informer minutes every fault, And her dread diary with horror fills.
Page 233 - Syphax, we must work in haste: Oh think what anxious moments pass between The birth of plots and their last fatal periods. Oh ! 'tis a dreadful interval of time, Filled up with horror all, and big with death...