De Quincey's works, Volumen3J. Hogg, 1854 |
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Página 32
... that the clerk had already committed one homicide ; a second would cost him still less thought ; and thus it happened that egress was left easy . 13. - From Human Malice , back again to the 32 THE SPANISH MILITARY NUN .
... that the clerk had already committed one homicide ; a second would cost him still less thought ; and thus it happened that egress was left easy . 13. - From Human Malice , back again to the 32 THE SPANISH MILITARY NUN .
Página 36
... less from the blinding blood , than from the tears of joy which dimmed her eyes , as the gene- ral , waving his sword in admiration over her head , pro- nounced our Kate on the spot an Alférez , * or standard- bearer , with a commission ...
... less from the blinding blood , than from the tears of joy which dimmed her eyes , as the gene- ral , waving his sword in admiration over her head , pro- nounced our Kate on the spot an Alférez , * or standard- bearer , with a commission ...
Página 41
... from the rear , still less could he see them . Kate hailed him ; but so keenly was he ab- sorbed in some speculation , or in the object of his watch- ing , that he took no notice of them , THE SPANISH MILITARY NUN . 41.
... from the rear , still less could he see them . Kate hailed him ; but so keenly was he ab- sorbed in some speculation , or in the object of his watch- ing , that he took no notice of them , THE SPANISH MILITARY NUN . 41.
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... less for the first time was it , that Kate bent her knee - that Kate clasped her hands - that Kate prayed . But it was the first time that she prayed as they pray , for whom no more hope is left but in prayer . I Here let me pause a ...
... less for the first time was it , that Kate bent her knee - that Kate clasped her hands - that Kate prayed . But it was the first time that she prayed as they pray , for whom no more hope is left but in prayer . I Here let me pause a ...
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... less kind than that mater- nal aunt who , on the night of her birth , first welcomed Her to a loving home ; and she , the heroine of Spain , is herself as helpless now as that little lady who , then at ten minutes of age , was kissed ...
... less kind than that mater- nal aunt who , on the night of her birth , first welcomed Her to a loving home ; and she , the heroine of Spain , is herself as helpless now as that little lady who , then at ten minutes of age , was kissed ...
Términos y frases comunes
admiration alcalde alguazils amongst ancient Andalusian Antonio Calderon astronomy augury bird biscuit Bishop of Beauvais breakfast Cæsar called Catalina century Christian cœna cornet Cuzco darkness death dined dinner distance Domrémy dreadful dreams earth English expression eyes fact fancy France German girl ground hand happened heard heart heaven honour horse hour human Joanna Kant Kant's Kate Kate's king Königsberg lady look Lord Lord Rosse meal Michelet mighty mode morning mysterious nature ness never night o'clock omens once Pagan Paita palæstra party perhaps person Peru poor prandium Pucelle pussy racter reader reason regard rest rhabdomancy Roman Rome secret seemed sense servant Spain Spanish spirit St Sebastian stars suffer superstition supposed telescope thing thought tion took true truth uncon Urquiza uttered Valladolid vast Wasianski whilst whole word young
Pasajes populares
Página 229 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Página 332 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Página 210 - What is to be thought of her ? What is to be thought of the poor shepherd girl from the hills and forests of Lorraine, that like the Hebrew shepherd boy from the hills and forests of Judea — rose suddenly out of the quiet, out of the safety, out of the religious inspiration, rooted in deep pastoral solitudes, to a station in the van of armies, and to the more perilous station at the right hand of kings?
Página 210 - Vaucouleurs which celebrated in rapture the redemption of France. No! for her voice was then silent; no! for her feet were dust. Pure, innocent, noble-hearted girl! whom, from earliest youth, ever I believed in as full of truth and self-sacrifice, this was amongst the strongest pledges for thy...
Página 211 - Joanna knew that not the throne, nor he that sat upon it, was for her ; but, on the contrary, that she was for them ; not she by them, but they by her, should rise from the dust. Gorgeous were the lilies...
Página 199 - God called up from dreams a man into the vestibule of heaven, saying, ' Come thou hither and see the glory of my house.' And to the servants that stood around his throne he said, ' Take him and undress him from his robes of flesh ; cleanse his vision and put a new breath into his nostrils ; only touch not with any change his human heart — the heart that weeps and trembles.
Página 211 - Honors, if they come when all is over, are for those that share thy blood. Daughter of Domremy, when the gratitude of thy king shall awaken, thou wilt be sleeping the sleep of the dead. Call her, King of France, but she...
Página 201 - the angel solemnly demanded : " Is there indeed no end ? And is this the sorrow that kills you ?" But no voice answered, that he might answer himself. Then the angel threw up his glorious hands to the heaven of heavens; saying, " End is there none to the universe of God ? Lo ! also there is no Beginning.
Página 247 - Arabian deserts) from the fens of death — most of all are reflected the sweet countenances which the man has laid in ruins; therefore I know, bishop, that you also, entering your final dream, saw Domremy. That fountain, of which the witnesses spoke so much, showed itself to your eyes in pure morning dews; but neither dews, nor the holy dawn, could cleanse away the bright spots of innocent blood upon its surface. By the fountain, bishop, you saw a woman seated, that hid her face. But, as you draw...
Página 246 - ... her last breath to care for his own preservation, but to leave her to God. That girl, whose latest breath ascended in this sublime expression of selfoblivion, did not utter the word recant either with her lips or in her heart. No; she did not, though one should rise from the dead to swear it. *** * •*»• Bishop of Beauvais ! thy victim died in fire upon a scaffold — thou upon a down bed. But for the departing minutes of life, both are oftentimes alike. At the farewell crisis, when the gates...