The Discarded Son: Or, Haunt of the Banditti. A Tale ...Printed at the Minerva Press, for Lane, Newman, and Company, 1807 |
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... repeated his master . That I know of , ' rejoined Mactalla , except it be a stray sheep or a goat from the mountains . ' It appears to be a beautiful spot , ' said Osmond , ele- vating his eyes from its neat cottages , many of them ...
... repeated his master . That I know of , ' rejoined Mactalla , except it be a stray sheep or a goat from the mountains . ' It appears to be a beautiful spot , ' said Osmond , ele- vating his eyes from its neat cottages , many of them ...
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... repeated her mother , with quickness , and raising her head , she turned her eyes full upon Os- mond : Good Heavens , is it possible ? ' Osmond bowed respectfully on catching her glance .... • Be assured , Madam , ' he said , I shall ...
... repeated her mother , with quickness , and raising her head , she turned her eyes full upon Os- mond : Good Heavens , is it possible ? ' Osmond bowed respectfully on catching her glance .... • Be assured , Madam , ' he said , I shall ...
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... repeatedly into the bed . · Osmond's feelings , no longer controlable , he was again on the point of rushing on him , when again he was pre- vented by a sudden exclamation of .... Oh , holy St. Be- nedict ! I am ruined .... I am ...
... repeatedly into the bed . · Osmond's feelings , no longer controlable , he was again on the point of rushing on him , when again he was pre- vented by a sudden exclamation of .... Oh , holy St. Be- nedict ! I am ruined .... I am ...
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... repeated Felisco , in accents indicative of surprise ; I understand you not , Signor . What put it your head that they were to be liberated ? in Osmond hastily informed him . 6 Alas ! Signor , ' in reply , said Felisco , they are ...
... repeated Felisco , in accents indicative of surprise ; I understand you not , Signor . What put it your head that they were to be liberated ? in Osmond hastily informed him . 6 Alas ! Signor , ' in reply , said Felisco , they are ...
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... repeated Osmond , pointing across the court . ' What , you are speaking of the gentlemen yonder ? ' pursuing the direction of his eye . Ah , Signor , ' with a loud laugh , believe me you never set eyes on a more harmless set . In a word ...
... repeated Osmond , pointing across the court . ' What , you are speaking of the gentlemen yonder ? ' pursuing the direction of his eye . Ah , Signor , ' with a loud laugh , believe me you never set eyes on a more harmless set . In a word ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
accent Acerenza agitation agreeable apartment appeared assure astonishment au voleur banditti beheld Benedict bosom Carlo castle conduct convinced Cordelia countenance cried Mactalla cried Osmond daugh daughter dear Delacour door doubt dreadful Duke D'Amalfi Elizabeth emotion encreasing endeavoured enquired exclaimed Osmond eyes Farmer Stubbs father fear feelings Felisco gentleman give Glengary hand happiness hear heard heart Heathwood Heaven hope horses hoofs idea immediately indignation induced instant interrupted involuntarily Irish brigades Isabella Lady O'Sinister length look Lord O'Sinister Lordship manner master ment mind minutes Miss Raymond mond Montana morning Munro Naples never night O'Grady occasioned old Andrew owing pause pray present quitted recollect reflected rejoined rendered repeated Osmond replied Osmond returned Osmond rienced scarcely Signor silence smile soon suddenly sure surprise tell thing thou thought tion Tivoli tone turning Venosa voice Watkins wish
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 111 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Seite 109 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Seite 111 - 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.
Seite 69 - And sing the infusive force of Spring on man ,When heaven and earth, as if contending, vie To raise his being, and serene his soul, Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature ? Can fierce passions vex his breast, While every gale is peace, and every grove Is melody...
Seite 111 - To kings that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys...
Seite 58 - All things to man's delightful use: the roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf: on either side Acanthus and each odorous bushy shrub Fenced up the verdant wall; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses, and...
Seite 111 - ... treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Seite 111 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run...
Seite 132 - When not a breath disturbs the drowsy waves : But man, the very monster of the world, Is ne'er at rest ; the soul for ever wakes.