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... happy pair . - Final departure of Freeman for Eng- land . Munificence of Harolde . - Letter from Free- man at Turin , in Savoy . - Marriage of Count St. Florian with his mistress - her inconstancy . - A plan to poison her paramour ...
... happy pair . - Final departure of Freeman for Eng- land . Munificence of Harolde . - Letter from Free- man at Turin , in Savoy . - Marriage of Count St. Florian with his mistress - her inconstancy . - A plan to poison her paramour ...
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... happy . SHAKESPEARE . ...... A long lost friend , miraculously restor❜d , Smiles at this cheerful hearth and social board ; Warm from his heart the tears of rapture flow , And virtue triumphs o'er remember'd wo . CAMPBELL . Harolde ...
... happy . SHAKESPEARE . ...... A long lost friend , miraculously restor❜d , Smiles at this cheerful hearth and social board ; Warm from his heart the tears of rapture flow , And virtue triumphs o'er remember'd wo . CAMPBELL . Harolde ...
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... , but not from real affection - more to repay a debt of gratitude , than in hopes to be happy herself by the union . Freeman fortunately was absent in the fields when the party arrived ; and Harolde , having fields 52.
... , but not from real affection - more to repay a debt of gratitude , than in hopes to be happy herself by the union . Freeman fortunately was absent in the fields when the party arrived ; and Harolde , having fields 52.
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... happy . The Count was a bon vivant , and pushed the bottle about briskly , and explained that he was on a voyage partly of business and plea- sure . 66 My father has not been dead many years , and left behind him a large sum of money in ...
... happy . The Count was a bon vivant , and pushed the bottle about briskly , and explained that he was on a voyage partly of business and plea- sure . 66 My father has not been dead many years , and left behind him a large sum of money in ...
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... happy . " We kept up a princely establishment ; all the pomp of eastern grandeur attended our progress through the district , when my father travelled to discharge the duties of his disagreeable office ; and next to the Bashaw , no man ...
... happy . " We kept up a princely establishment ; all the pomp of eastern grandeur attended our progress through the district , when my father travelled to discharge the duties of his disagreeable office ; and next to the Bashaw , no man ...
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Abbess Abydos acquainted affairs Ali Pacha ambassador amongst amuse anxiety appeared arms arrived attended Bere Berenice Berenice's Bernardo betwixt boat British Cagliari Captain Captain Styles CHAP Childe Harolde Colonel convent Corfu cottage Count St Countess Cyprus Darley daughter dear death deed Demetrius dreadful Estora expence Famagusta father favour firman Florian fortune Freeman gave Grecian Greek Guila hand happy Harolde's heart honour intrigue island Ithaca lady Lampedosa Lamska land learnt Lernicah Lord Harolde Malta Marchioness Mark's Place Marquis ment Mitylene mother murderer nardo native never noble nobleman nuns old Bashaw once Pacha paid palace Palmerosa passport Pella Ravenna remain renice residence rolde rolde's sailed Sardinian scene seized sent servant shew ship shore Signior Silveira slaves thing threw tion took Trapani Turin Turkish Turks Venetian Venice vessel virtues WANDERINGS wife yacht young Count young St
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Page 83 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 130 - When youthful Love, warm-blu.shing strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame "I saw thy pulse's maddening play, Wild send thee Pleasure's devious way. Misled by Fancy's meteor ray, By Passion driven; But yet the light that led astray, Was light from Heaven.
Page 83 - Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
Page 157 - Hyenas in the wild, and mermaids on the shore ; Till, led by thee o'er many a cliff sublime, He found a warmer world, a milder clime, A home to rest, a shelter to defend, Peace and repose, a Briton and a friend...
Page 40 - And now, lash'd on by destiny severe, With horror fraught, the dreadful scene drew near! The ship hangs hovering on the verge of death, Hell yawns, rocks rise, and breakers roar beneath!— In vain, alas! the sacred shades of yore Would arm the mind with philosophic lore; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath, To smile serene amid the pangs of death.
Page 36 - Be to their faults a little blind, Be to their virtues very kind, Let all their thoughts be unconfined, A.nd clap your padlock on the mind.
Page 218 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name we wave the sword on high ! And swear for her to live ! with her to die...
Page 184 - Seven Sermons." This book I read with the most thrilling interest. I fairly devoured its contents, and endeavored to find from it some gleam of hope — " Some beam of day to shine on me, To save me from despair;" and "as cold water to a thirsty soul, or good news from a far country," it proved a balm to my wounded spirit. Hope again sprung up in my heart, and I was comforted with the conviction that God would have mercy and abundantly pardon. One day my wife manifested great anxiety to have me go...
Page 213 - Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep, a little while; Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain This troubled pulse, and visionary brain! Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom! And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb...
Page 178 - IN joyous youth, what soul hath never known Thought, feeling, taste, harmonious to its own ? Who hath not paused while Beauty's pensive eye Ask'd from his heart the homage of a sigh...