Bentley's Miscellany, Volumen8Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith Richard Bentley, 1840 |
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... Lavamund . This intelligence evidently annoyed the Baron . He was framing an excuse to avoid the visitor , when Lavamund stepped down the walk , and said , " Baron Von Doedel , I entreat , nay , I insist on addressing you . " " How ...
... Lavamund . This intelligence evidently annoyed the Baron . He was framing an excuse to avoid the visitor , when Lavamund stepped down the walk , and said , " Baron Von Doedel , I entreat , nay , I insist on addressing you . " " How ...
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... Lavamund . " Then , once for all , understand , " replied the Baron , " that my doors are immutably shut against you ; therefore pursue your idle passion no longer . Good morning , Mein Herr Lavamund . " Lavamund turned on his heel ...
... Lavamund . " Then , once for all , understand , " replied the Baron , " that my doors are immutably shut against you ; therefore pursue your idle passion no longer . Good morning , Mein Herr Lavamund . " Lavamund turned on his heel ...
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... Lava- mund became sorely distressed ; he was on red - hot tenter - hooks , when happily Martha , an aged attendant of Hermione , entered the chamber , and presently they all three descended together , CHAPTER II . Ar this period one of ...
... Lava- mund became sorely distressed ; he was on red - hot tenter - hooks , when happily Martha , an aged attendant of Hermione , entered the chamber , and presently they all three descended together , CHAPTER II . Ar this period one of ...
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... Lavamund entered , and thoughtfully seated him- self at a table . He took up a volume abstractedly ; but it was evi- dent that his mind was wandering elsewhere . " What a wondrous narrative ! " cried Elzevir aloud , as Count Ney- tracht ...
... Lavamund entered , and thoughtfully seated him- self at a table . He took up a volume abstractedly ; but it was evi- dent that his mind was wandering elsewhere . " What a wondrous narrative ! " cried Elzevir aloud , as Count Ney- tracht ...
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... Lavamund still watched the Count closely . Elzevir was poring over his treasure , when he was suddenly addressed by the Hungarian . " Hark ye , librarian ? " " Don't , don't , " said Elzevir ; " I am just in the marrow of the mystery ...
... Lavamund still watched the Count closely . Elzevir was poring over his treasure , when he was suddenly addressed by the Hungarian . " Hark ye , librarian ? " " Don't , don't , " said Elzevir ; " I am just in the marrow of the mystery ...
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Página 76 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Página 156 - DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country ; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Página 150 - At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Página 162 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Página 444 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 543 - ... the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that tirra-lyra chants, With heigh ! with heigh ! the thrush and the jay, Are summer songs for me and my aunts, While we lie tumbling in the hay.
Página 165 - I know not why, except that an instinctive spirit prompted me — to certain low and indefinite sounds which came, through the pauses of the storm, at long intervals, I knew not whence. Overpowered by an intense sentiment of horror, unaccountable yet unendurable, I threw on my clothes with haste (for I felt that I should sleep no more during the night), and endeavoured to arouse myself from the pitiable condition into which I had fallen, by pacing rapidly to and fro through the apartment.
Página 161 - An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring forever in my ears. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber.
Página 157 - I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity — an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn — a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible and leaden-hued.
Página 167 - Long - long - long - many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it - yet I dared not - oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! - I dared not - I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb!