Ella; Or, The Emperor's Son, Volumul 1H. Colburn, 1838 |
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Pagina 191
... bitterness of regret , the blandishments of a court may - forgive the doubt the dread , -hitherto you have seen little or nothing of the world — the page of your mind is yet pure of every impression - the mass of mankind are to you an ...
... bitterness of regret , the blandishments of a court may - forgive the doubt the dread , -hitherto you have seen little or nothing of the world — the page of your mind is yet pure of every impression - the mass of mankind are to you an ...
Pagina 198
... bitterness in store for her . " Yet , dearest , " observed Rosendahl after a pause , " you will be more happy than I ; for in my lonely pilgrimage I shall not be allowed to grieve ; I shall not even possess the melancholy satisfaction ...
... bitterness in store for her . " Yet , dearest , " observed Rosendahl after a pause , " you will be more happy than I ; for in my lonely pilgrimage I shall not be allowed to grieve ; I shall not even possess the melancholy satisfaction ...
Pagina 231
... bitterness . " But Ella , does not your own magnanimous soul plead in favour of the remaining adherents of the great Napoleon ? Is the young scion of that blighted stock to languish in helpless capti- vity - in dark ignorance of his ...
... bitterness . " But Ella , does not your own magnanimous soul plead in favour of the remaining adherents of the great Napoleon ? Is the young scion of that blighted stock to languish in helpless capti- vity - in dark ignorance of his ...
Pagina 268
... remained dormant . She awoke on the following morning , feverish and unrefreshed , to a perfect consciousness of her own imprudence , and the bitterness of unavailing regret . CHAPTER XIII . Lo ! on yon couch pale Austria's 268 ELLA ; OR.
... remained dormant . She awoke on the following morning , feverish and unrefreshed , to a perfect consciousness of her own imprudence , and the bitterness of unavailing regret . CHAPTER XIII . Lo ! on yon couch pale Austria's 268 ELLA ; OR.
Pagina 318
... bitterness on his pillow ; vainly he sought to chase away the vivid picturings of his troubled imagination , whether it raised up the buried hopes of the past , or embodied the nameless shadows of the future . Sleep , in short , brought ...
... bitterness on his pillow ; vainly he sought to chase away the vivid picturings of his troubled imagination , whether it raised up the buried hopes of the past , or embodied the nameless shadows of the future . Sleep , in short , brought ...
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affection Albert amongst attachment Baron Baroness beauty bitterness Bonapartist bosom bright Caspar cheek Chevalier child choly circumstances cold conceal confidence Constance Count Rosendahl Countess cried Danube daugh daughter dear dear Ella dear father deep destiny Duke de Reichstadt duty Ella's emotion endeavoured Ereinfels exclaimed existence eyes Father Clement favour fear feelings felt Florville France future gazed hand happiness heart hitherto honour hope hour husband imperial inquired interest interrupted jesuit lady Leopold lips Lolotte look Lord Byron lover Madame von Lindenberg Mademoiselle marriage melan ment mind Montpelier mother Napoleon nature ness never object observed Oh father once painful passion pause pleasure possessed present Prince di Corsini Princess di Corsini regret rejoined remained replied returned scarcely Schoenbrunn seemed sentiment sigh silent smile sorrow soul spirit spoke tears tenderness thought tion tone uttered Victor Hugo Vienna voice whilst wife wish words young youth
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Pagina 272 - 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...
Pagina 343 - Statesman, yet friend to Truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gained no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
Pagina 323 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pagina 87 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so ; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe ; But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.
Pagina 10 - It is a vain attempt To bind th* ambitious and unjust by treaties ; These they elude a thousand specious ways ; Or, if they cannot find a fair pretext, They blush not in the face of heaven to break them.
Pagina 157 - O but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain. For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Pagina 124 - Three children sliding on the ice, All on a summer's day, It so fell out they all fell in, The rest they ran away.
Pagina 83 - LIFE. WE are born ; we laugh ; we weep ; We love ; we droop ; we die ! Ah ! wherefore do we laugh, or weep ? Why do we live, or die ? Who knows that secret deep ? Alas, not I ! Why doth the violet spring Unseen by human eye ? Why do the radiant seasons bring Sweet thoughts that quickly fly ? Why do our fond hearts cling To things that die ? We toil, — through pain and wrong ; We fight,— and fly ; We love ; we lose ; and then, ere long, Stone-dead we lie.
Pagina 212 - Farewell to thee, France ! — But when Liberty rallies Once more in thy regions, remember me then, — The violet still grows in the depth of thy valleys ; Though wither'd, thy tear will unfold it again. Yet, yet I may baffle the hosts that surround us, And yet may thy heart leap awake to my voice — There are links which must break in the chain that has bound us...
Pagina 254 - Enough, that we are parted — that there rolls A flood of headlong fate between our souls, Whose darkness severs me as wide from thee As hell from heaven, to all eternity !