Otto of Wittlesbach. Dageobert. By J.M. Babo. Adelaide of Wulfingen, by A. von Kotzebue

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Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe, 1811
 

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الصفحة 206 - Report this abomination to the sacred representatives of Saint Peter, that he may snatch the incestuous wife from her brother's arms, that he may destroy all, which has been generated in the lap of sin, that he may utterly extinguish this race which is a shame unto the righteous, that he may give both the root and branches to the flames, and scatter the ashes to the four winds of Heaven.
الصفحة 181 - Hu. (Starts like a, man, who suddenly espies a phantom but has courage enough to run towards it, and unmask it, The muscles of his face, for some moments, express an inward struggle, which, however, soon subsides. That serenity which ever accompanies Jirmly-rooted principles, resumes its place in his countenance, and he turns to Bertram} Well, proceed.
الصفحة 150 - Mortal hands have levelled that with the earth, and planted this upon the hill. Why talk of thy God and of our God ? We have but one God. And must the blood of hundreds then be shed, because one chuses a cross, another a lion's face, as the symbol of the Invisible ? Monk. Hear, Sir Knight ! He blasphemes.
الصفحة 152 - ... church. Mis. Young man, in thy eye beams the goodness of thy heart. I understand thee. This was not thy cruelty. (With a glance towards the Monk) Thou wert but the instrument. — (Presenting his hand) I forgive thee. The blood of the slain be not on thee, nor on thy children, I take back the staff, drenched in the gore of my friends. I take it, to do good, while my weary foot still rests upon the brink of the yawning grave. But my faith I never will renounce. I am old. My days can be but few....
الصفحة 154 - Beware of derision, reverend father. Do you wish the propagation of the gospel ? Well ! This too is provided for. You heard the agreement made between Mistivoi and myself. Monk. An agreement with a heathen ! A bond between Christ and Belial ! You promised to save all that could be saved. You promised to return the costly booty, which was destined for our pious abbot and the church.— Where then are all your mighty plans ? — You would clothe our altar. You would melt the impious ornaments of all...
الصفحة 158 - ... chamber, for ever kneeling to her crucifix, or among her maids, with loom and spindle, or instructing her two boys !— Is this virtue ? or is it her humour ? Perhaps both. Perhaps, too, neither. The title of noble lady has inflamed the daughter of a boor. She has somewhere heard of such a word as honour, a glittering toy, of which she shortly will be tired. Could I but arrive so far as to discover that the language of my eyes was no longer unintelligible, that when I gazed at her with melting...
الصفحة 151 - Mistivoi. — {Throwing bach his hand.) — Never! Thou hast robbed me of all, and were I now to forgive thee, thou wouldst fill up the measure of thy cruelty — thou wouldst grant me life. Theobald. But if I repaired all that I am able to repair, if I replaced thee in thy rights, collect thy scattered subjects round thee, release the prisoners, lay the bloody booty at thy feet, rebuild thy huts — Mistivoi — (Raising his eyes towards Heaven.) — Oh, my wife, my children ! Thobald.— (Stands...
الصفحة 189 - The poor creature bore a girl in secret, and expired. I entrusted the unhappy fruit of my transgression to an honest boor, whose wife had lately been delivered of a dead child. He swore eternal secresy, and reared the forsaken being as his own daughter. — My peace of mind was gone. In motion, or on my pillow, the pallid image of my Rosamond was floating in my sight. In motion, or on my pillow, her dying groans assailed my ear. To regain tranquillity, I vowed an expedition to the Holy Land against...
الصفحة 217 - tis done! But another struggle ! — But one convulsion more ! — Now he's dead— the spirit gone — its tenement momentary — There soars the liberated soul — Its chains are broken — A more than mortal lustre folds it — And see — an angel takes charge of him — leads him with friendly guidance to the throne of God — There he stands ! •— Sweet babe ! — Why art thou there alone ? — Where is thy brother ? Ott.
الصفحة 210 - ... Without him I cannot live; with him I must not live. God will judge us. He will cleanse their tainted .souls for millions of years in purgatory, and, at last, receive the innocents among his angels. — The idea dawns. — To die ! — No evil spirit has inspired that thought.— (Kneels.) — Holy mother of God ! Behold, a sinner kneels before thee in the dust ! Mercifully deign to look upon me, and if the dark design of death, which broods within my soul, be not the delusion of my own brain,...

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