The Mysteries of Udolpho: A Romance; Interspersed with Some Pieces of Poetry, Volumen1G. G. and J. Robinson, 1795 |
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... till the fhadows of twilight melted its various features into one tint of fober gray . Here , too , he loved to read , and to converfe with Madame St. Aubert ; or to play 1 with his children , refigning himself to the influence 5 with ...
... till the fhadows of twilight melted its various features into one tint of fober gray . Here , too , he loved to read , and to converfe with Madame St. Aubert ; or to play 1 with his children , refigning himself to the influence 5 with ...
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... till the last gleam of day faded from the weft ; till the lonely found of a sheep - bell , or the diftant bark of a watch - dog , were all that broke on the stillness of the evening . Then , the gloom of the woods ; the trembling of ...
... till the last gleam of day faded from the weft ; till the lonely found of a sheep - bell , or the diftant bark of a watch - dog , were all that broke on the stillness of the evening . Then , the gloom of the woods ; the trembling of ...
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... till timidity fucceeded to furprise and de- light ; a timidity , increased by a remem- brance of the pencilled lines fhe had for- merly seen , and fhe hesitated whether to proceed , or to return . While the paufed , the mufic ceafed ...
... till timidity fucceeded to furprise and de- light ; a timidity , increased by a remem- brance of the pencilled lines fhe had for- merly seen , and fhe hesitated whether to proceed , or to return . While the paufed , the mufic ceafed ...
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... till the fun's laft light flept upon the plains ; till the white fails that glided beneath the mountains , where the Garonne wandered , became dim , and the gloom of evening stole over the landscape . It was a melancholy , but not ...
... till the fun's laft light flept upon the plains ; till the white fails that glided beneath the mountains , where the Garonne wandered , became dim , and the gloom of evening stole over the landscape . It was a melancholy , but not ...
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... till twilight came , and brought the birds home to their little nefts among the leaves ! How often - but pardon me , " added St. Aubert , recollecting that he was fpeaking to a man who could neither comprehend , nor allow for his ...
... till twilight came , and brought the birds home to their little nefts among the leaves ! How often - but pardon me , " added St. Aubert , recollecting that he was fpeaking to a man who could neither comprehend , nor allow for his ...
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Página 71 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Página 149 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 8 - ... those green recesses which so beautifully adorn the bosom of these mountains ; where, under the shade of the lofty larch or cedar, they enjoyed their simple repast, made sweeter by the waters of the cool stream that crept along the turf, and by the breath of wild flowers and aromatic plants that fringed the rocks and inlaid the grass.
Página 113 - ... deep that the thunder of the torrent which was seen to foam along the bottom was scarcely heard to murmur. Over these crags rose others of stupendous height and fantastic shape ; some shooting into cones ; others impending far over their base, in huge masses of granite, along whose broken ridges...
Página 212 - ... in a state of peace, not of tumult : it is of a temperate and uniform nature, and can no more exist in a heart that is continually alive to minute circumstances, than in one that is dead to feeling.
Página 74 - ... and, while the muleteer led his animals slowly over the broken ground, the travellers had leisure to linger amid these solitudes, and to indulge the sublime reflections, which soften while they elevate the heart, and fill it with the certainty of a present God ! Still the enjoyment of St.
Página 79 - The scene of barrenness was here and there interrupted by the spreading branches of the larch and cedar, which threw their gloom over the cliff, or athwart the torrent that rolled in the vale.
Página 375 - Hand embodied to our fenfes plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilft in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vaft aflembly moving to and fro; Then all at once in air diflblves the wondrous mow.
Página 95 - ... colours, till the golden light darted over all the air, touched the lower points of the mountain's brow, and glanced in long sloping beams upon the valley and its stream. All nature seemed to have awakened from death into life. The spirit of St. Aubert was renovated. His heart was full ; he wept : and his thoughts ascended to the Great Creator.
Página 15 - A well-informed mind, he would say, is the best security against the contagion of folly and of vice. The vacant mind is ever on the watch for relief, and ready to plunge into error, to escape from the languor of idleness. Store it with ideas, teach it the pleasure of thinking ; and the temptations of the world without, will be counteracted by the gratifications derived from the world within.