Continental Adventures: A Novel, Volume 2

Front Cover
Hurst, Robinson, 1826 - Europe - 400 pages

From inside the book

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Selected pages

Contents

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 222 - My only love sprung from my only hate ! Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! 141 Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
Page 133 - Sad is my fate ! said the heart-broken stranger ; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Page 73 - Love Can fortune's strong impediments remove ; Nor is it strange that worth should wed to worth. The pride of genius with the pride of birth.
Page 240 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Page 314 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!— Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse...
Page 179 - What a landscape lies below ! No clouds, no vapours intervene; But the gay, the open scene, Does the face of nature show, In all the hues of heaven's bow ; And, swelling to embrace the light, Spreads around beneath the sight.
Page 250 - Tis good to be merry and wise, 'Tis good to be honest and true, 'Tis good to be off with the old love Before you be on with the new.
Page 159 - O lover of the desert, hail ! Say, in what deep and pathless vale, Or on what hoary mountain's side...
Page 240 - How great a toil to stem the raging flood, "When beauty stirs the mass of youthful blood, When the swoll'n veins with circling torrents rise, And softer passions speak through wishing eyes ! The voice of reason's drown'd, — in vain it speaks. SPENSER. ALTHOUGH the subject of Lindsay's return to Lausanne, had been abundantly discussed by the two friends, during their journey to Paris, — scarcely had Mr. Heathcote left it twenty-four hours, when a letter, of which the following is a fragment, was...
Page 133 - And I another, So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance To mend it or be rid on't.

Bibliographic information