The Houses of Osma and Almeria: Or, Convent of St. Ildefonso. A Tale ...

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Printed at the Minerva Press, for A. K. Newman and Company, 1810 - 328 pagina's

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Pagina 239 - Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition...
Pagina 65 - Injuries may be atoned for and forgiven; but insults admit of no compensation. They degrade the mind in its own esteem, and force it to recover its level by revenge.
Pagina 194 - OUR youth is like the dream of the hunter on the hill of heath. He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun; he awakes amidst a storm; the red lightning flies around: trees shake their heads to the wind! He looks back with joy, on the day of the sun; and the pleasant dreams of his rest!
Pagina 38 - He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
Pagina 287 - Why dost thou awake me, O gale !" it seems to say, " I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, the blast, that shall scatter my leaves. To-morrow shall the traveller come ; he that saw me in my beauty shall come. His eyes will search the field, but they will not find me.
Pagina 60 - Think you saw what pass'd at our last parting; Think you beheld him like a raging lion, Pacing the earth and tearing up his steps, Fate in his eyes, and roaring with the pain Of burning fury; think you saw his one hand...
Pagina 287 - So shall they search in vain, for the voice of Cona, after it has failed in the field. The hunter shall come forth in the morning, and the voice of my harp shall not be heard. " Where is the son of car-borne Fingal...
Pagina 8 - Paints in the matchless harmony of song. Or catch thyself the landscape, gliding swift Athwart Imagination's vivid eye : Or, by the vocal woods and waters...
Pagina 181 - I've lost a friend, and I have gain'da wife ! " Turn not to thought, my brain ; but let me find " Some unfrequented shade ; there lay me down, " And let forgetful dulness steal upon me, " To soften and assuage this pain of .thinking.
Pagina 267 - Day, Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad. Lo ! now, apparent all, Aslant the dew-bright earth, and coloured air, He looks in boundless majesty abroad; And sheds the shining day, that burnished plays On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wandering streams. High-gleaming from afar.

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