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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... raised his eyes upwards , Heaven seemed to open in wrath and justice ; if he cast them on the ground , the verdure was stained with gore ; murder and injury were written upon every leaf . 4 " MINE ! " the offspring of me and Juliana ...
... raised his eyes upwards , Heaven seemed to open in wrath and justice ; if he cast them on the ground , the verdure was stained with gore ; murder and injury were written upon every leaf . 4 " MINE ! " the offspring of me and Juliana ...
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... raised his arm - but the violence with which he did it shook the trunk ; it fell from its sup- port ; Zanotti awakened from his dream , and beheld the Marchese pros- trate in agony at his feet . " VILE miscreant ! " he exclaimed , while ...
... raised his arm - but the violence with which he did it shook the trunk ; it fell from its sup- port ; Zanotti awakened from his dream , and beheld the Marchese pros- trate in agony at his feet . " VILE miscreant ! " he exclaimed , while ...
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... raised thee from ruin , to honour and prosperity : thou , to whose insidious counsels I am indebted for all my sufferings , and for all my crimes ; the deluder of my youth , the betrayer of my peace , the subtle fiend sent by my envious ...
... raised thee from ruin , to honour and prosperity : thou , to whose insidious counsels I am indebted for all my sufferings , and for all my crimes ; the deluder of my youth , the betrayer of my peace , the subtle fiend sent by my envious ...
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... raised them from her father to her God ; in short , he gazed till he admired , admired till he loved , if that sentiment can be called love , which exists in the bosom of a selfish and a licentious man . The service ended , she drew her ...
... raised them from her father to her God ; in short , he gazed till he admired , admired till he loved , if that sentiment can be called love , which exists in the bosom of a selfish and a licentious man . The service ended , she drew her ...
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... raising himself feebly from the ground , on which he had rested ; but indeed my 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 ...
... raising himself feebly from the ground , on which he had rested ; but indeed my 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 ...
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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...