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This work of historical fiction set in Germany features the rival houses of Orrenberg and Frankheim at odds when each family blames the other for the death of their respective youngest son. Blanche is ... Read full review
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adventure affection alarm already answered appeared arms arrived assistance assured attempt beautiful believe better Blanche blood bosom bring called castle child close cock continued Count cried danger death discover door doubt dreadful Eugene exclaimed extremely eyes father feel followed Frankheim gave give Gustavus hand hastened head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour immediately King Knight Lady least leave length less lips look Lord manner master means moment murder nature never observed once Orrenberg Osbright Ottokar pass passion past pavilion person poor possible prepared present reach remained respecting rest round Rudiger seemed seen side sight soon stranger suffered supposed sure surprise sword tears tell thing thought till told took true turned voice whole wish wound young youth
Page 110 - He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place ' : now conscience wakes despair, That slumbered ; wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be 25 Worse ; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
Page 259 - Highly offended by this observation, the chief ambassador bestowed on me a look of most profound contempt. " Young man," said he, " when you have seen a little more -of the world, you will learn to treat a fair one with greater respect, whose fame can only be unknown to yourself, and such as resemble you. Should chance ever lead you to the feet of our princess, you will see what sort of feet they are, and be obliged to confess that, Moussellina the Serious excepted, she need yield to no one in point...
Page 42 - O my soul, come not thou into their secret; unto their assembly, mine honour, be not thou united! For in their anger they slew a man, and in their self-will they digged down a wall. Cursed be their anger, for it was fierce, and their wrath, for it was cruel. I will divide them in Jacob and scatter them in Israel.
Page 104 - Nor fix'd on you alone ? And can you rend, by doubting still, A heart so much your own ? To you my soul's affections move Devoutly, warmly true ; My life has been a task of love, One long, long thought of you.
Page 158 - ... in vain ; For fast and hard each portal was barred, And against his efforts proof; Till at length he espied a porch spread wide The shelter of its roof. — " Gramercy, St. George ! " quoth glad Sir Guy, And sought the porch with speed ; And fast to the yew, which near it grew, He bound his Barbary steed.
Page 163 - When he might have unsheatht a sword ! ' He said, and from his mouth there came A vapour blue and dank, Whose poisonous breath seemed the kiss of death, For the Warrior senseless sank. Morning breaks ! again he wakes ; Lo ! in the porch he lies, And still in his heart he feels the dart Which shot from the captive's eyes. From the ground he springs ! as if he had wings, The ruin he wanders o'er, And with prying look each cranny and nook His anxious eyes explore : But find can he ne'er the winding...
Page 51 - Tis to put passion out to nurse, And send one's heart to school. Love all at once should from the earth Start up full grown and tall; If not an Adam at his birth, He is no love at all.
Page 135 - ... myrtle strewing Christians then burnt frankincense ; And a royal prize bestowing Bade the King the sports commence. At a shield with jewels flaming, Which aloft was seen to rise, All the Moors, their lances aiming, Strove in vain to win the prize. From the lists with shame returning All confest their skill too weak ; Till with scorn and anger burning, Thus the King was heard to speak : — 'Touch no breast shall babe complaining Man no bread shall dare to eat," Till some knight, the mark attaining,...
Page 163 - ... straight each light was extinguished quite, Save the flame so lurid-blue On the Wizard's brow, (whose flashings now Assumed a bloody hue), And those sparks of fire, which grief and ire From his glaring eye-balls drew ! And he stamped in rage, and he laughed in scorn, While in thundering tone he roared, " Now shame on the coward who sounded a horn, When he might have unsheathed a sword !" He said, and from his mouth there came A vapour blue and dank, Whose poisonous breath seemed the kiss of death,...