The Eve of San-Pietro: A Tale ...T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1804 |
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Abruzzo Albenza anca art thou beauty benza Bertoldo Bianca bless bosom brother castle ceived CHAP character cheek chesa chese child companion Conte countenance creature cried Viola dark daugh death dreadful Eve of San-Pietro exclaimed eyes fancy father faultered favour fear feelings felt Frenchman gazed Gradisca hand happiness heard heart Heaven Holy honour hope hour idea interrupted Viola Juliana kucw Lady Laurentine Lilla lives look Lord Lorenzo manner Marchese marriage ment mind Monte Cassino Montebino moping Morano mother Naples nature ness never nexions night pale parents passion peace Pescara pillow poor prove raised recollection rence replied repose rest round saloon seek seemed shuddered sigh sink sleep smile soon sorrow soul stranger sunk sure sweet tears thee tion tone trembling Ubaldo uncon vate verdi vocable voice wife wish woman words wretched young Zanotti
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Page 176 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill. Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne.
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Page 233 - Lear is doubtless correct when he says that it is "sharper than a serpent's tooth to have a thankless child.
Page 113 - It knows not wherefore : — What a kind of being is circumstance ! I am a soldier, and were yonder battlements, Garnish'd with combatants, and cannon-mounted, My daring breast would bound with exultation, And glorious hopes enliven this drear scene. Now dare not I scarce tread to my own hearing, Lest echo borrow superstition's tongue, And seem to answer me, like one departed.
Page 1 - I am settled, and bend np , Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.