New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection ... from the Most Eminent Prose and Epistolary Writers ...C.& C. Whittingham, 1827 |
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... hours behind us , not a vestige of a town or even a cottage was within sight or hope , and this " city of the dead " appeared to be the sole refuge for my unfortunate friend , who seemed on the verge of becoming the last of its ...
... hours behind us , not a vestige of a town or even a cottage was within sight or hope , and this " city of the dead " appeared to be the sole refuge for my unfortunate friend , who seemed on the verge of becoming the last of its ...
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... hour , you must repair to the ruins of the temple of Ceres , and wait one hour . " — " Why ? " " You will see . " " " The ninth 6 P. VII . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... hour , you must repair to the ruins of the temple of Ceres , and wait one hour . " — " Why ? " " You will see . " " " The ninth 6 P. VII . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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... hour , across the old part of Paris . The lightning gleamed , and the loud claps of thunder rattled through the lofty narrow streets - but I should first tell you something about this young German , Gottfried Wolfgang was a young man of ...
... hour , across the old part of Paris . The lightning gleamed , and the loud claps of thunder rattled through the lofty narrow streets - but I should first tell you something about this young German , Gottfried Wolfgang was a young man of ...
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... speculations . Some- times he spent hours together in the great libra- ries of Paris , those catacombs of departed authors , VOL . IV . с rummaging among their hoards of dusty and ob- solete works ROMANTIC AND MISCELLANEOUS . 9.
... speculations . Some- times he spent hours together in the great libra- ries of Paris , those catacombs of departed authors , VOL . IV . с rummaging among their hoards of dusty and ob- solete works ROMANTIC AND MISCELLANEOUS . 9.
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... hour of the night , and to the fury of such a storm , and offered to conduct her to her friends . She pointed to the guillotine with a gesture of dreadful sig- nification . " I have no friend on earth ! " said she . " But you have a ...
... hour of the night , and to the fury of such a storm , and offered to conduct her to her friends . She pointed to the guillotine with a gesture of dreadful sig- nification . " I have no friend on earth ! " said she . " But you have a ...
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الصفحة 332 - The bustle around seemed to waken the mother from a wretched reverie. She raised her glazed eyes, and looked about with a faint wildness. As the men approached with cords to lower the coffin into the grave, she wrung her hands, and broke into an agony of grief. The poor woman who attended her, took her by the arm, endeavoured to raise her from the earth, and to whisper something like consolation — " Nay, now — nay, now — don't take it so sorely to heart.
الصفحة 336 - He was too weak, however, to talk — he could only look his thanks. His mother was his constant attendant ; and he seemed unwilling to be helped by any other hand.
الصفحة 332 - I could see no more — my heart swelled into my throat — my eyes filled with tears — I felt as if I were acting a barbarous part in standing by and gazing idly on this scene of maternal anguish.
الصفحة 330 - When I saw her feebly rising and bending her aged form in prayer; habitually conning her prayer-book, which her palsied hand and failing eyes would not permit her to read, but which she evidently knew by heart ; I felt...
الصفحة 332 - There was that bustling stir which breaks so harshly on the feelings of grief and affection : directions given in the cold tones of business ; the striking of spades into sand and gravel ; which, at the grave of those we love, is, of all sounds, the most withering. The bustle around seemed to awaken the mother from a wretched reverie.
الصفحة 333 - ... of joy — the sorrows of a widow, aged, solitary, destitute, mourning over an only son, the last solace of her years ; these are indeed sorrows which make us feel the impotency of consolation.
الصفحة 335 - He saw her, and hastened toward her, but his steps were faint and faltering ; he sunk on his knees before her, and sobbed like a child. The poor woman gazed upon him with a vacant and wandering eye — " Oh my dear, dear mother ! don't you know your son? your poor boy George?
الصفحة 317 - The creak of the screw-nails presently announced that the lid of the last mansion of mortality was in the act of being secured above its tenant.
الصفحة 337 - My first impulse on hearing this humble tale of affliction, was to visit the cottage of the mourner, and administer pecuniary assistance, and, if possible, comfort. I found, however, on inquiry, that the good feelings of the villagers had prompted them to do...
الصفحة 313 - ... by the black colour of the gown in which they had dressed her, and embarrassed by the number of persons by whom she was surrounded; then, finally, she would raise her head with a ghastly look and fix her eyes upon the bed which contained the coffin of her grandson, as if she had at once, and for the first time, acquired sense to comprehend her inexpressible calamity.