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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... exclaimed , as hastily he pulled the Convent bell , and demand- ed of the porter for Zanotti . " HE sleeps within his cell yonder , " replied the man , regarding him with some inquisitiveness ; and it is so rarely that he does sleep ...
... exclaimed , as hastily he pulled the Convent bell , and demand- ed of the porter for Zanotti . " HE sleeps within his cell yonder , " replied the man , regarding him with some inquisitiveness ; and it is so rarely that he does sleep ...
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... exclaimed , moving towards him , but for thee , it had now been pure , been spotless ; but for thy pernicious doctrines , thy accursed arts , I had still been guiltless , still been " -- " DE Cleance , " murmured Zanotti , while his ...
... exclaimed , moving towards him , but for thee , it had now been pure , been spotless ; but for thy pernicious doctrines , thy accursed arts , I had still been guiltless , still been " -- " DE Cleance , " murmured Zanotti , while his ...
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... exclaimed , while his whole form looked more than human . " VILE deceiver ! thou hast sealed the doom which long has been im- pending over thy head . Hast thou for- gotten the Eve of San Pietro ? Weak Moraldi , Moraldi , hast thou ...
... exclaimed , while his whole form looked more than human . " VILE deceiver ! thou hast sealed the doom which long has been im- pending over thy head . Hast thou for- gotten the Eve of San Pietro ? Weak Moraldi , Moraldi , hast thou ...
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... exclaimed Morano , in accents . of the bitterest anguish- " No , " he added , while the drops of agony started to his forehead , and his frenzied eye gazed wildly on his blood - stained hands , " I have not forgotten the Eve of San ...
... exclaimed Morano , in accents . of the bitterest anguish- " No , " he added , while the drops of agony started to his forehead , and his frenzied eye gazed wildly on his blood - stained hands , " I have not forgotten the Eve of San ...
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... " We shall soon be at home , my dearest father ! ' " she exclaimed , pressing a pale ema- ciated hand between hers ; " do try , therefore , and walk a little further . " now " I WILL , " I WILL , my child , " replied the 21.
... " We shall soon be at home , my dearest father ! ' " she exclaimed , pressing a pale ema- ciated hand between hers ; " do try , therefore , and walk a little further . " now " I WILL , " I WILL , my child , " replied the 21.
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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...