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... head . His voice , in consequence of the induced internal weak- ness , was very low ; and his speaking , always with resting intervals . He wore a black bandage across his forehead , which covered a deep wound there ; and , indeed , his ...
... head . His voice , in consequence of the induced internal weak- ness , was very low ; and his speaking , always with resting intervals . He wore a black bandage across his forehead , which covered a deep wound there ; and , indeed , his ...
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... head did not hang behind the youngest warrior in preparations for the field . On the evening of an anniversary of the birth - day of his grandson , the palatine rode abroad with a party of friends who had been celebrating the festival ...
... head did not hang behind the youngest warrior in preparations for the field . On the evening of an anniversary of the birth - day of his grandson , the palatine rode abroad with a party of friends who had been celebrating the festival ...
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... head rested against the base of a statue , which , because of its resemblance to me , Sackville had presented to my father . Every recollected kindness of his now gave me additional torment ; and , clinging to the pedestal , as to the ...
... head rested against the base of a statue , which , because of its resemblance to me , Sackville had presented to my father . Every recollected kindness of his now gave me additional torment ; and , clinging to the pedestal , as to the ...
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... head to foot , I answered , Sackville ! I have already erred enough in consenting to this stolen marriage . I will not transgress further , by concealing it . I will instantly throw myself at my father's feet , and confess all . ' His ...
... head to foot , I answered , Sackville ! I have already erred enough in consenting to this stolen marriage . I will not transgress further , by concealing it . I will instantly throw myself at my father's feet , and confess all . ' His ...
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... head of your grandfather is laid in dust , and I , too , have shut my eyes upon you for ever , where destiny may send you ! perhaps to the country of your father . Should you ever meet him — but that is unlikely ; so I will be silent on ...
... head of your grandfather is laid in dust , and I , too , have shut my eyes upon you for ever , where destiny may send you ! perhaps to the country of your father . Should you ever meet him — but that is unlikely ; so I will be silent on ...
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Page 167 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Page 172 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 206 - O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Page 243 - she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at Grief.
Page xxiv - ... supported by either parts or spirit, it will be seldom heartily abhorred. The Roman tyrant was content to be hated, if he was but feared; and there are thousands of the readers of romances willing to be thought wicked, if they may be allowed to be wits. It is therefore to be steadily inculcated, that virtue is the highest proof of understanding, and the only solid basis of greatness; and that vice is the natural consequence of narrow thoughts, that it begins in mistake, and ends in ignominy.
Page 18 - ... they came back, filling all Warsaw with dismay. The assassins, meanwhile, got clear of the town ; finding, however, that the king, by loss of blood...
Page 205 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast : For while I gazed, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost. " My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes...
Page 21 - Regardless of my own condition, I instantly got into a carriage, and, followed by a detachment of horse, arrived at the mill. I met Kosinski at the door, keeping guard with his sword drawn. As he knew my person, he admitted me directly.
Page 25 - They were met in the vestibule by an hussar officer of a most commanding appearance. Sobieski and he having accosted each other with mutual congratulations, the palatine turned to Thaddeus, took him by the hand, and presenting him to his friend, said with a smile, " Here, my dear Kosciuszko, this young man is my grandson; he is called Thaddeus Sobieski; and I trust that he will not disgrace either of our names!
Page 45 - Surely there is nothing in the world, short of the most undivided reciprocal attachment, that has such power over the workings of the human heart as the mild sweetness of nature. The most ruffled temper, when emerging from the town, will subside into a calm at the sight of a wide stretch of landscape reposing in the twilight of a fine evening.