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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... cried major Kirkaldy , " he shall not be disappointed . I will not , viper - like , sting the bosom which has fostered me , or return kindness with perfidy and ingratitude . " Lord Henry argued and intreated ; he endea- voured to ...
... cried major Kirkaldy , " he shall not be disappointed . I will not , viper - like , sting the bosom which has fostered me , or return kindness with perfidy and ingratitude . " Lord Henry argued and intreated ; he endea- voured to ...
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... breast , whistled through the dark heath of the surrounding mountains . This wild and solemn scene was perfectly suited to the feelings of the unhappy Rosaline ... " Here , " cried she , " amidst this solitude , once so NOCTURNAL VISIT .
... breast , whistled through the dark heath of the surrounding mountains . This wild and solemn scene was perfectly suited to the feelings of the unhappy Rosaline ... " Here , " cried she , " amidst this solitude , once so NOCTURNAL VISIT .
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A Tale Regina Maria Roche. cried she , " amidst this solitude , once so hateful to me , I could now wish forever to remain ; for the gaieties of life can retain no charms for a heart lacerated by sorrow and disappointment . " Whilst thus ...
A Tale Regina Maria Roche. cried she , " amidst this solitude , once so hateful to me , I could now wish forever to remain ; for the gaieties of life can retain no charms for a heart lacerated by sorrow and disappointment . " Whilst thus ...
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... cried the venerable Kirkaldy , to his daughter , when all was over , " let the idea of the happy exchange he has made , reconcile you to his loss . Think of the happiness he now enjoys in the mansions of heaven .... in the bosom of his ...
... cried the venerable Kirkaldy , to his daughter , when all was over , " let the idea of the happy exchange he has made , reconcile you to his loss . Think of the happiness he now enjoys in the mansions of heaven .... in the bosom of his ...
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... cried the agonized Rosaline , as she dropped the letter from her trembling hands , " will nothing appease thy unre- lenting vengeance , but my draining the cup of sor- row to the very dregs ? " .... Her soul recoiled from the idea of ...
... cried the agonized Rosaline , as she dropped the letter from her trembling hands , " will nothing appease thy unre- lenting vengeance , but my draining the cup of sor- row to the very dregs ? " .... Her soul recoiled from the idea of ...
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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...