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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... 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 whole body seemed shaken by the vapours of ...
... 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 whole body seemed shaken by the vapours of ...
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... thee set thy hand against me , was to hurl down ruin on thy house and thee ? " " UBALDO , " replied the Marchese , in a voice trembling between rage and apprehension , yet striving to appear composed and collected , it were folly , to ...
... thee set thy hand against me , was to hurl down ruin on thy house and thee ? " " UBALDO , " replied the Marchese , in a voice trembling between rage and apprehension , yet striving to appear composed and collected , it were folly , to ...
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... thee ; unfriended , and unfortuned , I sup- ported thee ; 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 ...
... thee ; unfriended , and unfortuned , I sup- ported thee ; 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 ...
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... thee to me then , was in its nature alone suffi- cient to preclude all ideas of gratitude , or of tenderness : Thou ... thee to embrue thy hands in the blood of the virtuous de Cleance ? No - thine own passions , thy vices , and thy ...
... thee to me then , was in its nature alone suffi- cient to preclude all ideas of gratitude , or of tenderness : Thou ... thee to embrue thy hands in the blood of the virtuous de Cleance ? No - thine own passions , thy vices , and thy ...
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... thee fitted to my purpose , and mark- ed thee for my prey : the object of that purpose thou hast still to learn ; but yet a few days , and all shall be com- pleted ; yet a few days , and thou . shalt know me for what I am for the ...
... thee fitted to my purpose , and mark- ed thee for my prey : the object of that purpose thou hast still to learn ; but yet a few days , and all shall be com- pleted ; yet a few days , and thou . shalt know me for what I am for the ...
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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...