Thaddeus of Warsaw. Revised1831 |
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... sight of the superscription he coloured , tore open the paper , ran his eyes over a few lines , and then , pale and trembling , rose from his seat and left the room . My emotions were almost uncontrollable . I had already half risen ...
... sight of the superscription he coloured , tore open the paper , ran his eyes over a few lines , and then , pale and trembling , rose from his seat and left the room . My emotions were almost uncontrollable . I had already half risen ...
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... sight of me , he started as if he had seen a spectre . known features opened at once my agonised heart . With fearful cries I cast myself at his feet , and putting the letter into his hand , clung , almost expiring , to his knees . 6 ...
... sight of me , he started as if he had seen a spectre . known features opened at once my agonised heart . With fearful cries I cast myself at his feet , and putting the letter into his hand , clung , almost expiring , to his knees . 6 ...
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... sight so unusual , his daughter , finding herself incapable of speaking , put into his hand the letter which Thaddeus had just read . Sobieski cast his eye over the first lines ; he comprehended their tendency , and seeing the countess ...
... sight so unusual , his daughter , finding herself incapable of speaking , put into his hand the letter which Thaddeus had just read . Sobieski cast his eye over the first lines ; he comprehended their tendency , and seeing the countess ...
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... sight of his military accoutrements she shuddered ; and when , with a glowing countenance , he advanced , smiling through his tears , towards her , she clasped him in her arms , and riveted her lips to that face , the very loveliness of ...
... sight of his military accoutrements she shuddered ; and when , with a glowing countenance , he advanced , smiling through his tears , towards her , she clasped him in her arms , and riveted her lips to that face , the very loveliness of ...
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... sight lingered . The ivy that mantled its sides , sparkled with the brightness of a shower which had just fallen ; and the rays of the setting sun , gleaming on its shattered wall , made it an object of such romnatic beauty , that he ...
... sight lingered . The ivy that mantled its sides , sparkled with the brightness of a shower which had just fallen ; and the rays of the setting sun , gleaming on its shattered wall , made it an object of such romnatic beauty , that he ...
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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.