The Pastor's Fire-side: A Novel, Svazek 3Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1817 |
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Strana 19
... you , " returned the Duke ; " but I fear you must marry her . " Though his heart had just told him the same , the words uttered by his father were like a death - stroke ; and knocking his THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 19.
... you , " returned the Duke ; " but I fear you must marry her . " Though his heart had just told him the same , the words uttered by his father were like a death - stroke ; and knocking his THE PASTOR'S FIRE - SIDE . 19.
Strana 42
... fear- fully as he drew it away from her pale face , and beheld those matchless features convulsed with mental agony . Again her eyes opened upon him , as he hung over her . They fixed themselves on his face , with a languid , but ...
... fear- fully as he drew it away from her pale face , and beheld those matchless features convulsed with mental agony . Again her eyes opened upon him , as he hung over her . They fixed themselves on his face , with a languid , but ...
Strana 62
... fear of the talents he affected to despise . He , therefore , took no notice of the Duke at table , but by a stiff bow ; and he would not , even have granted that , had it not been at the board of the representative of the Father of ...
... fear of the talents he affected to despise . He , therefore , took no notice of the Duke at table , but by a stiff bow ; and he would not , even have granted that , had it not been at the board of the representative of the Father of ...
Strana 121
... fear of her doing something rash with regard to Louis . Since the de- parture of Otteline , by unlucky accident , she had met him twice alone in the Al . theim boudoir ; and her repugnance to the Prince of Spain seemed so to en- crease ...
... fear of her doing something rash with regard to Louis . Since the de- parture of Otteline , by unlucky accident , she had met him twice alone in the Al . theim boudoir ; and her repugnance to the Prince of Spain seemed so to en- crease ...
Strana 125
... fear , believing her preserver to be Louis , she had thrown herself in speechless gra- titude upon his bosom . Her father , ap 、 proaching , explained to her , that he who had saved her from a watery grave , was Francis of Lorraine ...
... fear , believing her preserver to be Louis , she had thrown herself in speechless gra- titude upon his bosom . Her father , ap 、 proaching , explained to her , that he who had saved her from a watery grave , was Francis of Lorraine ...
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Alcaid Ambassador answer Arch-duchess bassador betrayed bosom breast Carinthia carriage CHAP countenance Countess Altheim dare daughter demand dispatches Don Carlos door drew Duke de Ripperda Duke of Wharton Duke Wharton Duke's dungeon Electress Elizabeth Emperor Empress enemies English Duke entered exclaimed eyes father favourite fear felt Giovenozzo Grimaldo hand happiness heard heart honour hour insult JANE PORTER King knew letter Lindisfarne lips looked Lorenzo Louis's Madrid Majesty Marcella Marchioness Maria Theresa Marquis de Montemar Martini master ment mind minister mother never night noble Orendayn Otteline packet passed passion perda person pistol present Prince Princess prison Queen racter replied Louis returned Louis revenge Routemberg Segovia servant shew silence Sinzendorff smile soul Spain Spanish specting spoke Stanhope stood sword THADDEUS OF WARSAW thought threw tion told turned utter Uzeda Vienna voice warden Whar woman words young
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Strana 14 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Strana 374 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Strana 49 - God : and he that does a base thing in zeal for his friend, burns the golden thread that ties their hearts together ; it is a conspiracy, but no longer friendship.
Strana 233 - Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.