The banks of the Douro; or, The maid of Portugal, כרך 3 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 6
עמוד 48
He sprinkled her with the water , and she began to revive , when a loud knocking
was heard at the door , quick and hurried steps , with the sound of different voices
followed , and immediately after , Montague Glenholme burst into the room ...
He sprinkled her with the water , and she began to revive , when a loud knocking
was heard at the door , quick and hurried steps , with the sound of different voices
followed , and immediately after , Montague Glenholme burst into the room ...
עמוד 58
That hapless female , like herself , the victim of misfortune , must have heard
nearly the whole of her conversation with Lord Conrade , and the other
circumstances which happened ; and she was astonished at her not entering the
apartment ...
That hapless female , like herself , the victim of misfortune , must have heard
nearly the whole of her conversation with Lord Conrade , and the other
circumstances which happened ; and she was astonished at her not entering the
apartment ...
עמוד 95
But vainly did she expect her , and felt disappointed though she disliked the
woman , ( from having heard she was her enemy , ) yet laving been with Lady
Archdale at the closing scene of life , she wished , on that account only ; to have
seen ...
But vainly did she expect her , and felt disappointed though she disliked the
woman , ( from having heard she was her enemy , ) yet laving been with Lady
Archdale at the closing scene of life , she wished , on that account only ; to have
seen ...
עמוד 174
In the midst of this conversation , somebody was heard ascending the stairs , the
door opened , and Tray ran barking towards a gentleman in the meridian of life ;
who advanced into the middle of the room and started , trembled , whilst a ...
In the midst of this conversation , somebody was heard ascending the stairs , the
door opened , and Tray ran barking towards a gentleman in the meridian of life ;
who advanced into the middle of the room and started , trembled , whilst a ...
עמוד 221
The cruel truth , that those cyes were closed by the remorseless hand of deatli ,
and the harmony of her voice was never more to be heard , no sooner flushed on
Amelrosa , thaii she was overwhelmed with the deepest sorrow , notwithstanding
...
The cruel truth , that those cyes were closed by the remorseless hand of deatli ,
and the harmony of her voice was never more to be heard , no sooner flushed on
Amelrosa , thaii she was overwhelmed with the deepest sorrow , notwithstanding
...
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The Banks of the Douro: Or, the Maid of Portugal, a Tale; Vol. II <span dir=ltr>Emily Clark</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2017 |
The Banks of the Douro: Or, the Maid of Portugal, a Tale; Vol. II <span dir=ltr>Emily Clark</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2017 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
acquainted added affection Amelrosa appearance arrived asked assured attached attended attention beautiful behold cause child circumstance concluded conduct continued conversation convinced countenance daughter dear desired discovered door Elmira engaged entered expected expressed extremely eyes father fearful feelings felt followed formed fortune gave give gone hand happy hear heard heart Heartwell hope hour immediately knew lady Lady Archdale late leave letter likewise live look Lord Conrade Lord Ross Lord Rossmore lordship Lucy manner married mentioned mind Minette mistress Montague morning mother never nurse obliged occasion passed person pleased pleasure possessed possible present procured quit received reflections regard remain replied request resided respecting saying seemed seen sent servant situation soon sorrow speak Stanhope suffered taken tears thing thought till tion took town unfortunate wished woman young
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 200 - FIdele's grassy tomb, Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
עמוד 281 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
עמוד 31 - And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged nurse, thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
עמוד 92 - Of new and appropriate metaphors, expressed with a happy felicity of style, the following may serve as a specimen : Once I was happy • Clear and serene my life's calm current ran While scarce a breezy wish provok'd its tide ; Down the smooth flood the tuneful passions fell In easy lapse, and slumber'd as they pass'd. From this it may be concluded that they were somnambulists, for their progressive motion was not hindered by sleep. One more instance and I have done. Matilda informs her train, that...
עמוד 55 - Dark tempest scowling o'er the shorten'd day, And hears, with ear appall'd, the impetuous surge Beneath him thunder! — So, with heart opprest, Alone, reluctant, desolate, and slow, By friendship's cheering radiance now unblest, Along life's rudest path I seem to go; Nor see where yet the anxious heart may rest, That trembling at the past — recoils from future woe!
עמוד 225 - To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell: Or midst the chace on ev'ry plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell.
עמוד 323 - Declining, hide their beauty from the sun, Nor give their spotted bosoms to the gaze Of hasty passenger. On hedge banks the wild germander of a fine azure blue is conspicuous, and the whole surface of meadows is often covered by the yellow crowfoot.
עמוד 301 - Must I, an exiled outcast, have A father's curse, a mother's tears ? And leave an aged sire to weep His faithless maid of Donalblayne ? " And wilt thou love me, gentle youth, When these few charms for aye are flown 1 " — " Sweet maid, this heart with love and truth Shall ever beat for thee alone." No footstep stirred, the winds were hushed, Each eye was closed in balmy rest ; To Marion's arms Lord Malcolm rushed, And clasped the trembler to his breast. The vessel swept the dimpled tide, And bounded...
עמוד 47 - Glenholme indeed possessed • a form Of majesty with youthful beauty grac'd. He was the soldier's idol ; such a spirit Beam'd from his eyes, his presence, like the sun, Gladden'd beholders hearts.