The Discarded Son: Or, Haunt of the Banditti. A Tale ...Printed at the Minerva Press, for Lane, Newman, and Company, 1807 - 348 pages |
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... minutes of thoughtfulness .... " if you do not repent our union ........ " " I ! Oh , if I never have cause to repent any thing more , I shall consider myself a most fortunate women . " Then we may yet be happy , spite of fortune ...
... minutes of thoughtfulness .... " if you do not repent our union ........ " " I ! Oh , if I never have cause to repent any thing more , I shall consider myself a most fortunate women . " Then we may yet be happy , spite of fortune ...
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... minutes waned , till roused to recollection by some harsh note , some dis- cordant cry , the hooting of the owl , or the chattering of the daws , that held their unmolested reign within the ruin . These , however , were not the only ...
... minutes waned , till roused to recollection by some harsh note , some dis- cordant cry , the hooting of the owl , or the chattering of the daws , that held their unmolested reign within the ruin . These , however , were not the only ...
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... minutes , and was then succeeded by shrieks , or rather yells , of a most terrific nature , such as torture alone could be supposed to occasion . 66 Oh , Captain , Captain ! " cried the farmer , on hear- ing these appalling sounds , and ...
... minutes , and was then succeeded by shrieks , or rather yells , of a most terrific nature , such as torture alone could be supposed to occasion . 66 Oh , Captain , Captain ! " cried the farmer , on hear- ing these appalling sounds , and ...
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... minutes to the spot from which he had just made a retrogade motion . " Not always .... I am not facetious now , " said the other in rather a surly tone . " And why art thou not ? I have not angered thy spi- rit , I hope .... verily if I ...
... minutes to the spot from which he had just made a retrogade motion . " Not always .... I am not facetious now , " said the other in rather a surly tone . " And why art thou not ? I have not angered thy spi- rit , I hope .... verily if I ...
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... minutes in a thoughtful attitude leaning on his spade .... the exclamation of .... " Oh , ' tis a scurvy , scurvy world ! " then burst from him , as drawing it out D of the earth , he threw it on his shoulder THE DISCARDED SON . 37 open ...
... minutes in a thoughtful attitude leaning on his spade .... the exclamation of .... " Oh , ' tis a scurvy , scurvy world ! " then burst from him , as drawing it out D of the earth , he threw it on his shoulder THE DISCARDED SON . 37 open ...
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Page 119 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night. In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Page 283 - Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Page 57 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Page 26 - Believe me, royal youth, thy fruit must be, Or gather'd ripe, or rot upon the tree. Heav'n has to all allotted, soon or late, Some lucky revolution of their fate...
Page 302 - And higher than that wall a circling row Of goodliest trees, loaden with fairest fruit, Blossoms and fruits at once of golden hue, Appear'd, with gay enamell'd colours mix'd...
Page 80 - A combination and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband.
Page 96 - What then remains, but, after past annoy, To take the good vicissitude of joy? To thank the gracious gods for what they give, Possess our souls, and while we live, to live? Ordain we then two sorrows to combine, And in one point the extremes of grief to join; That thence resulting joy may be renew'd, As jarring notes in harmony conclude.
Page 312 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 271 - This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And to the nightingale's complaining notes Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
Page 98 - O lay me, ye that see the light, near some rock of my hills! let the thick hazels be around, let the rustling oak be near. Green be the place of my rest; let the sound of the distant torrent be heard.