The Brothers; Or, The Castle of Niolo: A RomanceW. Emans, 1820 |
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Side 9
... for the Marquis , the assassins mistook their victim , and in order to avoid the secret poignard of his enemies , he suddenly left Venice , and it was reported that B he had taken refuge in a monastery of Carme- lites THE CASTLE OF NIOLO .
... for the Marquis , the assassins mistook their victim , and in order to avoid the secret poignard of his enemies , he suddenly left Venice , and it was reported that B he had taken refuge in a monastery of Carme- lites THE CASTLE OF NIOLO .
Side 10
A Romance Robert Huish. he had taken refuge in a monastery of Carme- lites , near the pass of San Petro , in the Alps . It was , however , discovered that Leopold Lin- damore was the instigator of the attempt on the life of the Marquis ...
A Romance Robert Huish. he had taken refuge in a monastery of Carme- lites , near the pass of San Petro , in the Alps . It was , however , discovered that Leopold Lin- damore was the instigator of the attempt on the life of the Marquis ...
Side 14
... monastery of Arienheim , they were often indebted for the perusal of some wild and improbable manuscript romances , which they pretended to have found amongst the loose papers and archives of the monastery . Indeed , the wily priests ...
... monastery of Arienheim , they were often indebted for the perusal of some wild and improbable manuscript romances , which they pretended to have found amongst the loose papers and archives of the monastery . Indeed , the wily priests ...
Side 15
... monastery . The monks in return , left him their benedictions , a commo- dity of no mean value in the eyes of certain peo- ple , and then returned to their cells , to carouse over their glasses ; and laugh at the credulity of the Count ...
... monastery . The monks in return , left him their benedictions , a commo- dity of no mean value in the eyes of certain peo- ple , and then returned to their cells , to carouse over their glasses ; and laugh at the credulity of the Count ...
Side 16
... monastery of Arienheim , stood the convent of my Lady of St. Roch . Its patroness of holy memory , was the chaste and pious Ursula , although some sceptical legends , in the full spirit of heresy , pretend to say , that she had no claim ...
... monastery of Arienheim , stood the convent of my Lady of St. Roch . Its patroness of holy memory , was the chaste and pious Ursula , although some sceptical legends , in the full spirit of heresy , pretend to say , that she had no claim ...
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abbess abbot Adeline asked Adolphus Alpine roads Anselm answered apartment appeared Arienheim arrival beautiful Bonano breast brother Carmelites carriage Castle of Niolo circumstances concealed convent countenance cried danger daugh daughter death Deborah deed discovered door dreadful Ellen entered escape exclaimed eyes father fear feelings female follow Frederic gate give governess Grey Sisters hand happiness hasten heard heart heaven heim holy hope host hour knew lady landlord Leopold Lindamore look Mademoiselle Schlaffenhausen manner means mind monastery monk mule muleteer murder nature neral never night old Count old Rupert opened Orsini Ortano particular perhaps person pold present racter rest retired ROBERT HUISH Rosenheim Sazzano scene secret Seneschal senheim shew Signor sleep soon steps stood stranger sudden suspicion tained tear tell thee thou thought tion tone vault victorious band villain Villano virtue whilst wine wish Zurich
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Side 16 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Side 171 - And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Side 183 - Yea even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory ; But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last...
Side 49 - I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Side 152 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Side 37 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Side 311 - Mark you this, Bassanio, The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ; A goodly apple rotten at the heart : O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! Shy.
Side 84 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Side 356 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand...
Side 247 - What mortal eye can fix'd behold? Who stalks his round, an hideous form, Howling amidst the midnight storm ; Or throws him on the ridgy steep Of some loose hanging rock to sleep...