Sixty Years of the Life of Jeremy Levis, Volume 2G. & C. & H. Carvill, 1831 - Adventure stories |
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... Don Cesar cannot do a moment without me, — I iclieve he'd rather part with ... don't believe in my honesty, Mr. Levis, why will you trust me ? I see no good it ... Gaspar ; but that's of little importance ; you have already turned traitor ...
... Don Cesar cannot do a moment without me, — I iclieve he'd rather part with ... don't believe in my honesty, Mr. Levis, why will you trust me ? I see no good it ... Gaspar ; but that's of little importance ; you have already turned traitor ...
Page 250
... Don Gaspar will not reward you so liberally as I will, if you serve me truly; Don Gaspar cannot punish you so cruelly as I can, if you dare betray me. — Speak out, sir ! Drop your half-saint's mask, and show the devil at once. — Quick ...
... Don Gaspar will not reward you so liberally as I will, if you serve me truly; Don Gaspar cannot punish you so cruelly as I can, if you dare betray me. — Speak out, sir ! Drop your half-saint's mask, and show the devil at once. — Quick ...
Page 255
... Don Gaspar will not reward you so liberally as I will, if you serve me truly; Don Gaspar cannot punish you so cruelly as I can, if you dare betray me.—Speak out, sir! Drop your half-saint's mask, and show the devil at once.—Quick! Will ...
... Don Gaspar will not reward you so liberally as I will, if you serve me truly; Don Gaspar cannot punish you so cruelly as I can, if you dare betray me.—Speak out, sir! Drop your half-saint's mask, and show the devil at once.—Quick! Will ...
Page 261
... Don Gaspar, and the priest who had betrayed us into his power, while, again and again, she kissed with ardour my hands, and forehead, and lips, mingling tears with her caresses. — This conduct, though, at the time, owing to the sickness ...
... Don Gaspar, and the priest who had betrayed us into his power, while, again and again, she kissed with ardour my hands, and forehead, and lips, mingling tears with her caresses. — This conduct, though, at the time, owing to the sickness ...
Page 270
... Don Gaspar de Mulo, throws out dark hints about some dear object that is either already dead or -dying for her, and finally, dropping herself upon a chair, clasps her little hands, ( — they're most excellent matches for her feet — ) and ...
... Don Gaspar de Mulo, throws out dark hints about some dear object that is either already dead or -dying for her, and finally, dropping herself upon a chair, clasps her little hands, ( — they're most excellent matches for her feet — ) and ...
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Page 73 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Page 181 - From the rich peasant cheek of ruddy bronze, And large black eyes that flash on you a volley Of rays that say a thousand things at once, To the high dama's 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 269 - D'Amboys upon the theatre; but when I had taken up what I supposed a fallen star, I found I had been cozened with a jelly; nothing but a cold, dull mass, which glittered no longer than it was shooting; a dwarfish thought, dressed up in gigantic words, repetition in abundance, looseness of expression, and gross hyperboles; the sense of one line expanded prodigiously into ten; and, to sum up all, uncorrect English, and a hideous mingle of false poetry and true nonsense ; or, at best, a scantling of...
Page 239 - Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set !ns seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 226 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, and gathering tears and tremblings of distress, and cheeks all pale, which, but an an hour ago, blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; and there were sudden partings, such as press the life from out young hearts, and choking sighs which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 269 - D'Ambois" upon the theatre ; but when I had taken up what I supposed a fallen star, I found I had been cozened with a jelly ; * nothing but a cold, dull mass, which glittered no longer than it was shooting...
Page 148 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Page 224 - On motion, resolved, That the proceedings of this meeting be signed by the chairman and secretary, and delivered to Dr. DODS, and that they be published in the newspapers of the city. " JOHN P. HULBERT, Chairman.
Page 255 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Page 118 - Free and unquestion'd, through the wilds of love; While woman, sense and nature's easy fool, If poor weak woman swerve from, virtue's rule, If, strongly charm'd, she leave the thorny way, And in the softer paths of pleasure stray, Ruin ensues, reproach and endless shame, And one false step entirely damns her fame: In vain with tears the loss she may deplore, In vain look back on what she was before; She sets, like stars that fall, to rise no more.