The picaroon, by the author of 'Makanna'.1837 |
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... Cornaldi ! " exclaimed the Count , in a tone of hasty emphasis , 66 Tempt not too far my patience : -ra- ther explain what means the presence of this ' stranger , ' our intercourse but seldom needs a witness . " " You will forget me ...
... Cornaldi ! " exclaimed the Count , in a tone of hasty emphasis , 66 Tempt not too far my patience : -ra- ther explain what means the presence of this ' stranger , ' our intercourse but seldom needs a witness . " " You will forget me ...
Page 188
... Cornaldi , catching fire at the allusion : " What , is it come to this ! - The wolf forsooth will play the watch - dog when his maw is gorged . - Your wealth is then secure , my Lord ! The Disinherited has won the gambler's trick on ...
... Cornaldi , catching fire at the allusion : " What , is it come to this ! - The wolf forsooth will play the watch - dog when his maw is gorged . - Your wealth is then secure , my Lord ! The Disinherited has won the gambler's trick on ...
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... Cornaldi , are what at first I found you ! -nor more nor less . Your livery of shame , if such it be , was worn threadbare long , long ago ! The rest are like the words of some demented gentleman , who prattles to his shadow in the ...
... Cornaldi , are what at first I found you ! -nor more nor less . Your livery of shame , if such it be , was worn threadbare long , long ago ! The rest are like the words of some demented gentleman , who prattles to his shadow in the ...
Page 191
... thunder - flash hath smote the forest oak , changing its verdure into ashes ! so shrunk , so corpse - like , he stag- gered to the wall , palsied and mad with rage . A moment , and the brains of Cornaldi had plastered THE PICAROON . 191.
... thunder - flash hath smote the forest oak , changing its verdure into ashes ! so shrunk , so corpse - like , he stag- gered to the wall , palsied and mad with rage . A moment , and the brains of Cornaldi had plastered THE PICAROON . 191.
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Picaroon. A moment , and the brains of Cornaldi had plastered the walls of the corridor ; but at that awful crisis , with that strange obtuse- ness of feeling that nothing but ' habits of business ' can inspire , or even explain , Ken ...
Picaroon. A moment , and the brains of Cornaldi had plastered the walls of the corridor ; but at that awful crisis , with that strange obtuse- ness of feeling that nothing but ' habits of business ' can inspire , or even explain , Ken ...
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Page 244 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 202 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 94 - What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Page 20 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
Page 54 - Out of my sight, thou serpent ! That name best Befits thee, with him leagued, thyself as false And hateful : nothing wants, but that thy shape, Like his, and colour serpentine, may...
Page 2 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 261 - To the high damas brow, more melancholy, But clear, and with a wild and liquid glance, Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
Page 164 - She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight...
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Page 126 - And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!