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... glance of the stranger who had slunk into the corner of the chimney . " Carr― ! " " Do not swear ! " said the Cura Cacastaño , to the Commanding Officer . " Blas , order the mules ! Since the Cura Pachali's visit , ( thanks to his ...
... glance of the stranger who had slunk into the corner of the chimney . " Carr― ! " " Do not swear ! " said the Cura Cacastaño , to the Commanding Officer . " Blas , order the mules ! Since the Cura Pachali's visit , ( thanks to his ...
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... glance , at once so penetrating and confiding , — he forgot her calm , forgiving resignation , as she slowly and gradually wasted away ; but he never forgot the smile of that lip in death , which had never opened to reproach - which ...
... glance , at once so penetrating and confiding , — he forgot her calm , forgiving resignation , as she slowly and gradually wasted away ; but he never forgot the smile of that lip in death , which had never opened to reproach - which ...
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... glance on Vicentita , and thought her toilet even more recherché than usual . " I should think light of his gallantry , beau- tiful Marquesa , were he to delay . " " Or rather of my attractions , " said Vicentita . The page of the ...
... glance on Vicentita , and thought her toilet even more recherché than usual . " I should think light of his gallantry , beau- tiful Marquesa , were he to delay . " " Or rather of my attractions , " said Vicentita . The page of the ...
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... glance , wandering upon beauty , proclaimed at once the inward man . Well assisted was the priest by the honeyed delivery of a practised tongue . Varying his speech accord- ing to its impression upon his hearers , —to seize the ...
... glance , wandering upon beauty , proclaimed at once the inward man . Well assisted was the priest by the honeyed delivery of a practised tongue . Varying his speech accord- ing to its impression upon his hearers , —to seize the ...
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... glance , and mysterious language of the abanico ( fan ) , that telegraph of her heart , like beacons to the watchful mariner , impart their silent and trusty solace to his breast . No tertulia was perhaps so much frequented as Elena's ...
... glance , and mysterious language of the abanico ( fan ) , that telegraph of her heart , like beacons to the watchful mariner , impart their silent and trusty solace to his breast . No tertulia was perhaps so much frequented as Elena's ...
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Manuella, the Executioner's Daughter: A Story of Madrid Edward Smallwood Affichage du livre entier - 1837 |
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Page 263 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Page 269 - And equal transport, free as Nature live, Disdaining fear. What is the world to them, Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all! Who in each other clasp whatever fair High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish; Something than beauty dearer, should they look Or on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face — Truth, goodness, honour, harmony, and love, The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven.
Page 74 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o
Page 253 - Th' unpractis'd dervise, or sequester'd faquir. Know'st thou not yet, when Love invades the Soul, That all her faculties receive his chains? That reason gives her sceptre to his hand, Or only struggles to be more enslav'd?
Page 74 - tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 128 - Fernando, by the grace of God, King of Castile, Leon, Aragon, the two Sicilies, Jerusalem, Navarre, Granada, Toledo, Valencia, Galicia...
Page 48 - And swept away distinction ; peasants trod Upon the necks of nobles ; low were laid The reverend crosier and the holy mitre, And desolation covered all the land...
Page 209 - Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, And worthily becomes his silver locks; He wears the marks of many years well spent, Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience; A friend like this would suit my sorrows well.
Page 88 - Sgombra, o gentil, dall'ansia mente i terrestri ardori; leva all'Eterno un candido pensier d'offerta, e muori: fuor della vita è il termine del lungo tuo martir. Tal della mesta, immobile era quaggiuso il fato: sempre un obblio di chiedere che le saria negato; e al Dio de' santi ascendere, santa del suo patir.
Page 127 - The Spanish maid is no coquette, Nor joys to see a lover tremble ; And if she love, or if she hate, Alike she knows not to dissemble. Her heart can ne'er be bought or sold — Howe'er it beats, it beats sincerely ; And, though it will not bend to gold, 'Twill love you long, and love you dearly.