Nocturnal Visit: A TaleJohn Conrad, & Company, Philadelphia; M. & I. Conrad, & Company, Baltimore; and Rapin, Conrad, & Company, Washington City. H. Maxwell, printer, 1801 - Irish fiction |
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... About a week after he had sailed , Mr. Greville was agreeably surprised , by receiving a letter from his sister , Mrs. Decourcy , who had been absent many years in the East - Indies , informing him NOCTURNAL VISIT . 45 CHAP. V. ...
... About a week after he had sailed , Mr. Greville was agreeably surprised , by receiving a letter from his sister , Mrs. Decourcy , who had been absent many years in the East - Indies , informing him NOCTURNAL VISIT . 45 CHAP. V. ...
Page 46
... Decourcy were arrived in En- gland , and proposed paying him an almost im- mediate visit . These tidings gave sincere pleasure to Mr. Greville ; their long separation not having dimi- nished the tender affection he felt for his sister ...
... Decourcy were arrived in En- gland , and proposed paying him an almost im- mediate visit . These tidings gave sincere pleasure to Mr. Greville ; their long separation not having dimi- nished the tender affection he felt for his sister ...
Page 47
... Decourcy a most attractive object . Nor were her manners less calculated to please and captivate , than her appearance . Frank , cheerful , and oblig- ing , they evinced her disposition to be candid , generous and humane . The figure ...
... Decourcy a most attractive object . Nor were her manners less calculated to please and captivate , than her appearance . Frank , cheerful , and oblig- ing , they evinced her disposition to be candid , generous and humane . The figure ...
Page 48
... Decourcy shewed a decided preference for Jacintha , which not all the artful insinuations of this , her supposed mo- . ther , could prevent . Mrs. Decourcy knew her sister - in - law too 4.8 NOCTURNAL VISIT .
... Decourcy shewed a decided preference for Jacintha , which not all the artful insinuations of this , her supposed mo- . ther , could prevent . Mrs. Decourcy knew her sister - in - law too 4.8 NOCTURNAL VISIT .
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... Decourcy , and very graciously received by him , on his arrival at Wyefield . At the expiration of a month they talked of departing . Jacintha heard them with regret . She was now too much attached to Mrs. Decourcy to think of a ...
... Decourcy , and very graciously received by him , on his arrival at Wyefield . At the expiration of a month they talked of departing . Jacintha heard them with regret . She was now too much attached to Mrs. Decourcy to think of a ...
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acquainted affection agitation amusement anguish appeared assured Barclay baronet beheld believe bosom castle cerning chamber CHAP charms cintha conceal conduct consequence convinced countenance courcy cried Egbert cried Jacintha daughter dear Decourcy Decourcy's delight disappointment doubt dreaded endeavoured entertained esteem excited exclaimed expect eyes father favour fear feelings felt flattered Frankland gave girl Greville and Gertrude Greville's hand happiness hastily hear heard heart heaven Holywell honour hope idea imagined immediately indignation Jacin Jamaica Kirkaldy knew lady Henry lative letter libertinism looks lord Henry lordship madam manner melancholy ment Methwold mind minutes Miss mortification mother Netley never notwithstanding Oswald parlour passion paused perceived permit pipe and tabor pleasure present received regret replied Jacintha Rosaline scarcely silence sir Hugh sister solemn soon sorrow speak sure surprise tears tenderness thing thought thousand guineas tion trembling utterly wish Woodville Wyefield
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Page 88 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 3 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Page 14 - Since every man who lives, is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy, nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end. Even kings but play; and when their part is done, Some other, worse or better, mount the throne.
Page 10 - And elegance, and taste : the faultless form, Shaped by the hand of harmony ; the cheek, Where the live crimson, through the native white Soft-shooting, o'er the face diffuses bloom, And every nameless grace ; the parted lip, Like the red rose-bud moist with morning dew, Breathing delight...
Page 31 - Oh, knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he! who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retir'd, Drinks the pure pleasures of the Rural Life.
Page 4 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 66 - How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break?
Page 139 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 90 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 113 - And faltering died unfinish'd on her tongue, Or vanish'd into sighs : with long delay Her voice return'd ; and found the wonted way. Tell me, my lord...