The Eve of San-Pietro: A Tale. In Three Volumes..T. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand, 1804 - Gothic fiction (Literary genre) |
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... Eloise , I can under- take this journey no more ; it is too much for me . " MORALDI , who had kept aloof during this conversation , and conceal- ' ed himself near a clump of trees , close behind them , now approached , and with an ...
... Eloise , I can under- take this journey no more ; it is too much for me . " MORALDI , who had kept aloof during this conversation , and conceal- ' ed himself near a clump of trees , close behind them , now approached , and with an ...
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... Eloise shall thank you for her father . " MORALDI was delighted ; and the gentle Eloise raising towards him a blushing look of gratitude and ten- derness , flew before , to prepare the cottage for their reception . After a visit , which ...
... Eloise shall thank you for her father . " MORALDI was delighted ; and the gentle Eloise raising towards him a blushing look of gratitude and ten- derness , flew before , to prepare the cottage for their reception . After a visit , which ...
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... Eloise , who , educated in the most fi- nished manner by her father , possessed an 4 uncommon fund of information , and now industriously turned those accomplishments to the support and comfort of the parent she adored . That they were ...
... Eloise , who , educated in the most fi- nished manner by her father , possessed an 4 uncommon fund of information , and now industriously turned those accomplishments to the support and comfort of the parent she adored . That they were ...
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... Eloise was heard no longer ; her music was neglected , her drawings torn and ef- faced , and all her hours past in tracing each step of the path where she had VOL . II . C first first scen Moraldi , in musing on his image when 25.
... Eloise was heard no longer ; her music was neglected , her drawings torn and ef- faced , and all her hours past in tracing each step of the path where she had VOL . II . C first first scen Moraldi , in musing on his image when 25.
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... Eloise , lovely and amiable as she was , would have been absurd ! What ! the handsome , the noble , the admired di Albenza , deprive himself of liberty , shackle himself for life to an obscure girl , whom a little address and perse ...
... Eloise , lovely and amiable as she was , would have been absurd ! What ! the handsome , the noble , the admired di Albenza , deprive himself of liberty , shackle himself for life to an obscure girl , whom a little address and perse ...
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Abruzzo agita agony Albenza ance behold Bertoldo bosom breast castle chese child Claudine Cleance Corvino cottage countenance cried crimes curse danger dared death deprived despair door dreadful dungeon dying Eloise Eve of San exclaimed existence eyes fatal fatal beauty fatal secret fate Father Jerome fear feelings garment gazed Gradisca groan guilty Guiseppe hand happiness hastened heart Heaven honour hope horror hour induced infant innocence instantly inwardly Italy look Lord Lorenzo Louis de Volange Marchese di Morano Marquis de Volange marriage ment mind miseries misfortunes Moraldi mother murder Naples ness never night offspring once pangs parent Paulina peace poniard proved quired racter repentant replied revenge round ruin San Pietro secret seek Signiora small pox soon sorrow soul spirit sufferings tears tenderness thee thou thought tion treachery Ubal Ubaldo vengeance victim villain Viola virtuous wife witness woman wound wretched youth Zanotti
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Page 199 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 199 - Reserved him to more wrath ; for now the thought Both of lost happiness, and lasting pain, Torments him : round he throws his baleful eyes, That witness'd huge affliction and dismay Mix'd with obdurate pride and steadfast hate : At once, as far as Angels...
Page 166 - His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Page 166 - Unmark'd ; — see, from behind her secret stand, The sly informer minutes every fault, And her dread diary with horror fills.
Page 233 - Syphax, we must work in haste: Oh think what anxious moments pass between The birth of plots and their last fatal periods. Oh ! 'tis a dreadful interval of time, Filled up with horror all, and big with death...