The Mysteries of Udolpho: A Romance; Interspersed with Some Pieces of Poetry, Band 3

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G. G. and J. Robinson, 1795

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Seite 95 - The midnight clock has toll'd; and hark, the bell Of Death beats slow! heard ye the note profound? It pauses now; and now, with rising knell, Flings to the hollow gale its sullen sound.
Seite 20 - As she continued to survey them, she concluded that they were instruments of torture, and it struck her, that some poor wretch had once been fastened in this chair, and had there been starved to death. She was chilled by the thought; but, what was her agony, when, in the next moment, it occurred to her, that her aunt might have been one of these victims, and that she herself might be the next ! An acute pain seized her head, she was scarcely able to hold the lamp, and, looking round for...
Seite 7 - The time, however, was now come, when she could hesitate no longer: and then the interest she felt for her aunt overcame other considerations, and, bidding Annette follow her to the outer door of the vaulted gallery, and there await her return, she descended from her chamber. The castle was perfectly still, and the great hall, where so lately she had witnessed a scene...
Seite 181 - ... now so excessive, that it sometimes threatened her senses ; and often as she went, she thought of her late father and of all he would have suffered, could he have foreseen the strange and dreadful events of her future life ; and how anxiously he would have avoided that fatal confidence, which committed his daughter to the care of a woman so weak as was Madame Montoni.
Seite 16 - Signora lies, said Barnardine. Lies ! repeated Emily faintly, as she began to ascend. She lies in the upper chamber, said Barnardine. As they passed up, the wind, which poured through the narrow cavities in the wall, made the torch flare, and it threw a stronger gleam upon the grim and sallow countenance of Barnardine, and discovered more fully the desolation of the place — the rough stone walls, the spiral stairs black with age, and a suit of ancient armour, with an iron visor, that hung upon...
Seite 19 - Barnardine's voice below, and went to a grated window, that opened upon the court, to enquire further. Here, she plainly heard his hoarse accents, mingling with the blast, that swept by, but they were lost again so quickly, that their meaning could not be interpreted ; and then the light of a torch, which seemed to issue from the portal below, flashed across the court, and the long shadow...
Seite 417 - Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends ; White are the decks with foam ; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud ; Pale, trembling, tired, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears \— So pale the Greeks the eyes of Hector meet, The chief so thunders, and so shakes the fleet.
Seite 388 - While the lady abbess ordered refreshment, and conversed with the countess, Blanche withdrew to a window ; the lower panes of which being without painting, allowed her to observe the progress of the storm over the Mediterranean ; whose dark waves, that had so lately slept, now came boldly swelling in long succession to the shore, where they burst in white foam, and threw up a high spray over the rocks.
Seite 9 - ... such artful circumstances to heighten the pity and curiosity of Emily towards her aunt, that she at length consented to follow him alone to the portal. He then took up the torch, and led her along the passage, at the extremity of which he unlocked another door, whence they descended a few steps into a chapel, which, as Barnardine held up the torch to light her, Emily observed to be in ruins; and she immediately recollected a former conversation of Annette concerning it, with very unpleasant emotions....
Seite 115 - Are these, indeed, the passages, that have so often given me exquisite delight? Where did the charm exist? — Was it in my mind, or in the imagination of the poet? It lived in each,' said she, pausing. 'But the fire of the poet is vain, if the mind of his reader is not tempered like his own, however it may be inferior to his in power.

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