The Phoenix of the OperaiUniverse, 2007 M03 6 - 224 páginas The Phantom of the Opera had released the love of his life, Christine Daa, from his possession and retreated to his subterranean lair-to die. Young Meg Giry remained fascinated with her friend's captor, whom she would not permit to destroy himself. Through Meg's care the Phantom returns to life and makes his courageous savior his protge. But can the Phantom, hunted by Parisian authorities and Christine's husband, the dashing Count de Chagny, escape his criminal past? Can he forget his first beloved or will he continue to haunt Christine, as she does him? Will Meg, who hungers for his love, be able to heal his heart and make him her own? The Phoenix of the Opera explores the limits of redemption and the power of love, taking us into the tortured souls of its protagonists. It is a grand tale of despair, obsession, rekindled passion, and the power of love. |
Contenido
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Sección 2 | 28 |
Sección 3 | 42 |
Sección 4 | 53 |
Sección 5 | 60 |
Sección 6 | 79 |
Sección 7 | 89 |
Sección 8 | 99 |
Sección 9 | 109 |
Sección 10 | 119 |
Sección 11 | 138 |
Sección 12 | 153 |
Sección 13 | 182 |
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 78 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Página 118 - Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of mercy, our life, our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.
Página 9 - By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot; And much of Madness, and more of Sin And Horror, the soul of the plot!
Página 78 - Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand — Come...
Página 138 - What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee...
Página 28 - REMEMBER THEE! REMEMBER THEE! REMEMBER thee ! remember thee ! Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream ! Remember thee ! Ay, doubt it not.
Página 118 - ... our life, our sweetness, and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most gracious Advocate, thine eyes of mercy towards us; and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus, O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary! Pray for us, O holy Mother of God, that we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.
Página 182 - For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is God our Father dear; And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is man, His child and care. For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine: And Peace, the human dress.
Página 77 - TO THE MOON Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, — And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy ? PB SHELL*?
Página 79 - The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat.