The Mysteries of Udolpho, المجلد 1Dent, 1931 - 620 من الصفحات Excerpt from The Mysteries of Udolpho Public adairs. But St. Aubert had too nice a sense of hon our to fulfil the latter hope, and too small a portion of nu bitiou to sacrifice what he called happiness to the attain ment of wealth. After the death of his father he married a very amiable womag$bis equal in birth, and not his eu superior in fortune. E late Monsieur St. Aubert's liberal ity, or cxtrava nee, had so much involved his affairs, that his son found t necessary to dis of a part of the family domain and, some years after is marriage, he sold it to Monsieur Quesnel, the brother of his wife and retiral to a small estate in Gascony, where conjugal felicity and n tal duties divided his attention with the treasures of now led e and the illuminations of genius. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. |
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... hour , The holy hour , when to the cloudless height Of yon starr'd concave , climbs the full - orb'd moon , And to this nether world , in solemn stillness , Gives sign , that , to the listening ear of Heaven , Religion's voice should ...
... hour , awoke little refreshed by sleep , for uneasy dreams had pursued her , and marred the kindest blessing of the unhappy . But when she opened her casement , looked out upon the woods , bright with the morning sun , and inspired the ...
... hour brought to her recollection some lines which she had once heard St. Aubert recite on this very spot , and she had now a melancholy pleasure in repeating them . SONNET Now the bat circles on the breeze of eve , That creeps , in ...