The Heroine: Or Adventures of a Fair Romance ReaderHenry Colburn, 1813 - Gothic fiction (Literary genre) |
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Page 133 - To the south, the view was bounded by the majestic Pyrenees, whose summits veiled in clouds, or exhibiting awful forms, seen, and lost again, as the partial vapours rolled along, were sometimes barren, and gleamed through the blue tinge of air, and sometimes frowned with forests of gloomy pine, that swept downward to their base.
Page 15 - ... English upon English ground ; but patriotism, it seems, may be improved by transplanting. I will not reject a bill which tends to confine parliamentary privilege within reasonable bounds, though it should be stolen from the House of Cavendish, and introduced by Mr. Onslow. The features of the infant are a proof of the descent, and vindicate the noble birth from the baseness of the adoption.
Page 135 - Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Page 121 - After a long and painful illness, that He bore with Christian fortitude, though fat. He died lamented deeply by this poem, And all who had the happiness to know him.
Page 158 - Can you darken the midnight of a scowl ? Have you the quivering lip and the Schedoniac contour? And while the lower part of your face is hidden in black drapery, can your eyes glare from under the edge of a cowl ? In a word, are you a picturesque villain, full of plot, and horror, and magnificent wickedness? Ah, no, sir, you are only a sleek, good-humoured, chuckle-headed gentleman. Continue, then, what nature made you ; return to your plough, mow, reap, fatten your pigs, and the parson ; but never...
Page 64 - When we had got within half a league of Moulines, at a little opening in the road leading to a thicket, I discovered poor Maria sitting under a poplar; — she was sitting with her elbow in her lap, and her head leaning on one side within her hand.
Page 10 - Seraphina, are all of the same family. But Cherubina sounds so empyrean, so something or other beyond mortality; and besides I have just a face for it. Yes, Cherubina I am resolved on being called, now and evermore. But you must wish to learn what has happened here since your departure. I was in my boudoir, reading the Delicate Distress, when I heard a sudden bustle below, and "Out of the house, this moment,
Page 6 - I would never voluntarily undergo misfortunes, were I not certain that matrimony would be the last of them. But even misery itself has its consolations and advantages. It makes one, at least, look interesting, and affords an opportunity for ornamental murmurs. Besides, it is the mark of a refined mind. Only fools, children, and savages, are happy.
Page 123 - Red-sea ran One tide of ink to Ispahan ; If all the geese in Lincoln fens Produced spontaneous well-made pens ; If Holland old, or Holland new, One wondrous sheet of paper grew ; Could I, by stenographic power, Write twenty libraries an hour ; And should I sing but half the grace Of half a freckle on thy face ; Each syllable I wrote should reach From Inverness to Bognor's beach ; Each hair-stroke be a river Rhine, Each verse an equinoctial line.
Page 9 - ... indisputable. I know nothing of the world, or of human nature; and every one says I am handsome. My form is tall and aerial, my face Grecian, my tresses flaxen, my eyes blue and sleepy. Then, not only peaches, roses, and Aurora, but snow, lilies, and alabaster, may, with perfect propriety, be applied to a description of my skin. I confess I differ from other heroines in one point. They, you may remark, are always unconscious of their charms; whereas, I am, I fear, convinced of mine, beyond all...