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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... round him , past the door of the cell , and was seen no longer . Ir is now requisite we should recur to incidents in the early life of Mora- no , not yet explained . When first emerging from the bosom of his fa- mily , and regardless of ...
... round him , past the door of the cell , and was seen no longer . Ir is now requisite we should recur to incidents in the early life of Mora- no , not yet explained . When first emerging from the bosom of his fa- mily , and regardless of ...
Page 35
... round the spot where she resided ; and while his honour recoiled from urging her to see him privately , his only consolation was in breathing the air she respired , in tracing the path she had imprinted ; that this evening he had ...
... round the spot where she resided ; and while his honour recoiled from urging her to see him privately , his only consolation was in breathing the air she respired , in tracing the path she had imprinted ; that this evening he had ...
Page 52
... round that part of the edifice , made it hopeless for him to think of escape ; and he watched the setting of the sun , and the approach of night , without gaining any tidings of the • the Marchese , or foresceing the smallest prospect of ...
... round that part of the edifice , made it hopeless for him to think of escape ; and he watched the setting of the sun , and the approach of night , without gaining any tidings of the • the Marchese , or foresceing the smallest prospect of ...
Page 55
... , by the strength and ingenuity of his operations ; the gaoler had gone his rounds ; and the distant beat of the low muffled drum , D 4 proclaimed proclaimed the midnight hour , and warned each wretched inhabitant 55.
... , by the strength and ingenuity of his operations ; the gaoler had gone his rounds ; and the distant beat of the low muffled drum , D 4 proclaimed proclaimed the midnight hour , and warned each wretched inhabitant 55.
Page 84
... rounded . " How far have we to go now ? " said Eloise , who every moment felt her stupor increasing . " BUT two miles , " answered Gui- seppe ; and , if it were day - light , you could now distinguish the turrets of Morano Castle rising ...
... rounded . " How far have we to go now ? " said Eloise , who every moment felt her stupor increasing . " BUT two miles , " answered Gui- seppe ; and , if it were day - light , you could now distinguish the turrets of Morano Castle rising ...
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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...