Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 8Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1840 - Literature |
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... sound appear- ed to reach the ears of the sufferer , for he stirred , and groaned faintly . " Doctor Dee desired me to tell you , Miss Radcliffe , " said Catesby , drawing her aside , and speaking in a low tone , " that your other ...
... sound appear- ed to reach the ears of the sufferer , for he stirred , and groaned faintly . " Doctor Dee desired me to tell you , Miss Radcliffe , " said Catesby , drawing her aside , and speaking in a low tone , " that your other ...
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... sound of which is far less discordant than a first view would seem to promise . It is made of deal wood , with three little iron bars , not unlike a mousetrap . There are some large , dull - looking squares in Rio ; but the only to ...
... sound of which is far less discordant than a first view would seem to promise . It is made of deal wood , with three little iron bars , not unlike a mousetrap . There are some large , dull - looking squares in Rio ; but the only to ...
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... sound of a small drum , which I imagine must be the same as the West Indian tom - tom . The sound is most discordant ; and the scene a very lively representation of the dance of the demons . In the middle of a large hut where these ...
... sound of a small drum , which I imagine must be the same as the West Indian tom - tom . The sound is most discordant ; and the scene a very lively representation of the dance of the demons . In the middle of a large hut where these ...
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... sound of violas , played by their most skilful musicians , who also mingled in the figure from time to time . This dance is by no means so barbarous as might be supposed . the figures are even graceful , and form a striking contrast to ...
... sound of violas , played by their most skilful musicians , who also mingled in the figure from time to time . This dance is by no means so barbarous as might be supposed . the figures are even graceful , and form a striking contrast to ...
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... sound shall there be heard , no voices save our own . The stream that glides beneath the bank is flowing fast and free , - The bark that floats upon its tide is waiting , love , for thee . " Long have I had thy father's hate , and long ...
... sound shall there be heard , no voices save our own . The stream that glides beneath the bank is flowing fast and free , - The bark that floats upon its tide is waiting , love , for thee . " Long have I had thy father's hate , and long ...
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Page 448 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 78 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 163 - An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber.
Page 159 - I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity — an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn — a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible and leaden-hued.
Page 165 - I here started as he spoke,) in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent, yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries had moulded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him - what he was.
Page 160 - ... antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene. I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all.
Page 152 - She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Page 166 - I thought his unceasingly agitated mind was laboring with some oppressive secret, to divulge which he struggled for the necessary courage. At times, again, I was obliged to resolve all into the mere inexplicable vagaries of madness, for I beheld him gazing upon vacancy for long hours, in an attitude of the profoundest attention, as if listening to some imaginary sound.
Page 159 - ... fungi overspread the whole exterior, hanging in a fine tangled web-work from the eaves. Yet all this was apart from any extraordinary dilapidation. No portion of the masonry had fallen; and there appeared to be a wild inconsistency between its still perfect adaptation of parts, and the crumbling condition of the individual stones. In this there was much that reminded me of the specious totality of old wood-work which has rotted for long years in some neglected vault, with no disturbance from...
Page 152 - The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he. Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.