Eugene Aram: A Tale, Volume 7Saunders and Otley, ... Simpkin, Marshall, and Company, ... Bell and Bradfute, Edinburgh; and J. Cumming, Dublin., 1840 - 478 pagina's |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
affection Aram's Augh beautiful bless Boteler breath brooklet Bunting calm Clarke corporal corporal's countenance Courtland cried crime Daniel Clarke dark Darkmans daugh death door dread dream earl earth Ellinor Elmore emotion Eugene Aram eyes face fate father fear feel felt gaze Goody Grassdale hand happy hear heard heart heaven Holwell honour hope horse hour Houseman Jacobina Knaresborough Knaresbro Lambourn larned leave Lester lips live look lord Madeline Madeline's manor-house marriage master mind Monson murder nature neighbour nether Earth never night once passed passion pause perhaps Pertinax Peter Dealtry poor quiet racter replied rest round scarcely scene seemed shewed Sir Peter sister smile solitary sophisms soul speak spect spirit spot squire strange stranger student tell thee thing thou thought town turned uttered vex'd village voice walk Walter words young
Populaire passages
Pagina 414 - Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting-, That would not let me sleep...
Pagina 305 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Pagina i - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Pagina 305 - Escap't the Stygian Pool, though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn, while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne, With other notes than to th...
Pagina 34 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower...
Pagina 92 - We, Hermia, like two artificial gods Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together Like to a double cherry, seeming parted But yet an union in partition...
Pagina 322 - MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Pagina 414 - Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! I tell thee churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
Pagina 340 - My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Pagina 410 - I hope, with all imaginable submission, that what has been said will not be thought impertinent to this indictment; and that it will be far from the wisdom, the learning, and the integrity of this place, to impute to the living what zeal in its fury may have done — what nature may have taken off, and piety interred— or what war alone may have destroyed, alone deposited.