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... a deep sepulchral tone , he articulated , " blast not my sight : fly , fly ; and may the demons of darkness-- " " Forbear , my Lord , " interrupted Hu- B berto ; berto ; who , in the anger of the Conte DI MONTRANZO .
... a deep sepulchral tone , he articulated , " blast not my sight : fly , fly ; and may the demons of darkness-- " " Forbear , my Lord , " interrupted Hu- B berto ; berto ; who , in the anger of the Conte DI MONTRANZO .
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... , and , with apparent composure , fixed them on the Conte : " Come , my Lord , let us to the oratory . The dead of night is passed ; the Lady Adelheida Adelheida sleeps ; let us pass the interme- diate time DI MONTRANZO .
... , and , with apparent composure , fixed them on the Conte : " Come , my Lord , let us to the oratory . The dead of night is passed ; the Lady Adelheida Adelheida sleeps ; let us pass the interme- diate time DI MONTRANZO .
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... lord , my Huberto , " throwing her arms around his neck , and hiding her face in his bosom ; " but yet we must part . ” " Part ! " repeated the nearly paralysed Di Rinaldini ; and he pressed her yet closer to to his heart ; " part , my ...
... lord , my Huberto , " throwing her arms around his neck , and hiding her face in his bosom ; " but yet we must part . ” " Part ! " repeated the nearly paralysed Di Rinaldini ; and he pressed her yet closer to to his heart ; " part , my ...
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... Lord hither , " sob- bed Vannina , who hung weeping over her benefactress ; " perhaps , thus assured , he may reap comfort ; perhaps , from your lips , he may glean peace . " Adelheida shook her head . 66 Think , Lady , of his sorrow ...
... Lord hither , " sob- bed Vannina , who hung weeping over her benefactress ; " perhaps , thus assured , he may reap comfort ; perhaps , from your lips , he may glean peace . " Adelheida shook her head . 66 Think , Lady , of his sorrow ...
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... lord , the moment approaches ; exert the utmost fortitude of which your soul is capable ; death tarries but for the disclosure . Now , now , your hand , my love ; support me , I am sick at heart now , " leaning forward , and her lips ...
... lord , the moment approaches ; exert the utmost fortitude of which your soul is capable ; death tarries but for the disclosure . Now , now , your hand , my love ; support me , I am sick at heart now , " leaning forward , and her lips ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adel agony altar articulated behold Benevento berto blessed bliss blush bosom breathed burst Camaldoli convent canon Castle CHAP chapel cheek Conte Alverani convulsed Corpus Domini couch countenance dark death deep despair Di Rinaldini dini door Duca ejaculated exclaimed eyes Father Brazilio Father Luitfrido fear feelings fled Fossombrone friar gazed gloom groan hand happy heard heart Heaven heavy sigh heida holy hope horror Huberto interrupted knees Lady Adelheida lingered lips look Lord the Conte mandates of Heaven marriage melancholy memory mercy Metremo monk Brazilio Montranzo murder murmured ness never night oratory pale pardon passion paused peace rejoined repeated replied revenge rience Rinal Rinaldini Romuald secret seraphic shrieks Signor silent smile sobs solemn sorrow soul spirits tears tender thee ther thou ticulated tion torture tranzo trembled truder turbed ture turned uncon Vannina voice vows wandered whispered wild wretched
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 128 - 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.
Seite 217 - How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition.
Seite 193 - Indeed, it is a strange-disposed time ; But men may construe things after their fashion, Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Seite 131 - THE wretch, condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Seite 135 - Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare. Her form was fresher than the morning rose, When the dew wets its leaves; unstain'd and pure, As is the lily, or the mountain snow.
Seite 106 - And cry content to that which grieves his heart, And wet his cheek with artificial tears, And frame his face to all occasions.
Seite 153 - Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart; Attended on his throne by all his guard Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions! OTWAY. Still when the lust of tyrant pow'r succeeds, Some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds. POPE. Ev'n fortune rules no more a servile land, Where exiled tyrants still by turns command. POPE.
Seite 65 - ... happy soul hath left its fair abode : How pale the cheek where warmth and beauty glow'd! Where now those charms that held th' admiring sight? The bloom as heav'n's unclouded azure bright ; Th' attractive smile by nature taught . to please ; The mien that temper'd dignity with ease ? Ah where ! yon solemn silent vault survey, Where writhes the reptile o'er its kindred clay ; There read on pride's stain'd cheek the gen'ral doom ; Then pause : — while memory bleeds upon the tomb. Perhaps while...
Seite 56 - Then with a look of humble resignation, he let his crosier fall within his arms, raised his eyes to heaven, and retired in silence. The faculties of the lady Magdelaine seemed bound, as by the spell of magic.
Seite 169 - It came e'er his soul as doth the thunder, Whilst distant yet, with an unexpected burst, It threats the trembling ear.