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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... wound that villainy had inflicted ; nor had the sober admonitions of reason , power to efface impressions , nursed in solitude and retirement by a generous and en- thusiastic mind ; her love was as unal- terable as it had been pure and ...
... wound that villainy had inflicted ; nor had the sober admonitions of reason , power to efface impressions , nursed in solitude and retirement by a generous and en- thusiastic mind ; her love was as unal- terable as it had been pure and ...
Page 114
... wounds of perfidy and ingratitude , yet taught him to endure them . From that dread- ful moment , the names of my mother , or Montebino , never passed his lips , while , with the bitterest sensations of fear and anxiety , did he ...
... wounds of perfidy and ingratitude , yet taught him to endure them . From that dread- ful moment , the names of my mother , or Montebino , never passed his lips , while , with the bitterest sensations of fear and anxiety , did he ...
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... wounds of anguish and contrition ; ere , however , he reached the seat of his ancestors , she had breathed her last , and de Volange , while he re- solved to make himself known , and demand justice on solved 138 fleeting spirit, the ...
... wounds of anguish and contrition ; ere , however , he reached the seat of his ancestors , she had breathed her last , and de Volange , while he re- solved to make himself known , and demand justice on solved 138 fleeting spirit, the ...
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... wounds , from which the blood now flowed faster , " Oh ! there is none for me ! Hell ! -thou art - waiting to receive me ! Fiends- to tear my vitals , to gnaw upon my soul ! " " BEHOLD , then , thou erring and ungrateful friend , " said ...
... wounds , from which the blood now flowed faster , " Oh ! there is none for me ! Hell ! -thou art - waiting to receive me ! Fiends- to tear my vitals , to gnaw upon my soul ! " " BEHOLD , then , thou erring and ungrateful friend , " said ...
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... wound , while the cold drops of agony and death bedew- ed his mutilated forehead , " thou art indeed revenged ! behold me dying- cut off with all my sins upon my head , and going - horrible , blasting prospect , before that God whom I ...
... wound , while the cold drops of agony and death bedew- ed his mutilated forehead , " thou art indeed revenged ! behold me dying- cut off with all my sins upon my head , and going - horrible , blasting prospect , before that God whom I ...
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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...