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... round , Therese , ' cried he , this marriage must not be told to the palatine .'— I de- manded a reason for so unexpected a prohibition . Because I have been precipitate . It would ruin me with my family . Wait , only for one month ...
... round , Therese , ' cried he , this marriage must not be told to the palatine .'— I de- manded a reason for so unexpected a prohibition . Because I have been precipitate . It would ruin me with my family . Wait , only for one month ...
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... round to fix themselves on Sackville . He was leaning against a pillar , his face pale as death . My father looked grave , but immediately took his seat , and tenderly placed his friend beside him . I sat down in silence . Little dinner ...
... round to fix themselves on Sackville . He was leaning against a pillar , his face pale as death . My father looked grave , but immediately took his seat , and tenderly placed his friend beside him . I sat down in silence . Little dinner ...
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... round the outskirts of Warsaw , without any exact knowledge of their situation . The men who guarded him , at last became so afraid of their prisoner's taking advantage of these cir- cumstances to escape , that they repeatedly called on ...
... round the outskirts of Warsaw , without any exact knowledge of their situation . The men who guarded him , at last became so afraid of their prisoner's taking advantage of these cir- cumstances to escape , that they repeatedly called on ...
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... round . For himself he had no care ; how to relieve the brave Poles from the dilemma into which they had plunged themselves , was the only thought that occupied his mind . In a few minutes the scattered soldiers were consolidated into ...
... round . For himself he had no care ; how to relieve the brave Poles from the dilemma into which they had plunged themselves , was the only thought that occupied his mind . In a few minutes the scattered soldiers were consolidated into ...
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... round , left the harassed Polanders to enter the trenches unmolested . Thaddeus , covered with dust and blood , flung himself into his grandfather's arms . In the heat of action his left arm had been wounded by a Cossac . Aware that ...
... round , left the harassed Polanders to enter the trenches unmolested . Thaddeus , covered with dust and blood , flung himself into his grandfather's arms . In the heat of action his left arm had been wounded by a Cossac . Aware that ...
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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.