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Pàgina 8 - He burneth part thereof in the fire; with part thereof he eateth flesh; he roasteth roast, and is satisfied: yea, he warmeth himself, and saith, Aha, I am warm, I have seen the fire...
Pàgina 53 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Pàgina 53 - When science' self destroyed her favourite son ! Yes ! she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped the fruit. 'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low.
Pàgina 1 - Who see'st appall'd th' unreal scene, While Fancy lifts the veil between : Ah Fear ! Ah frantic Fear ! I see, I see thee near. I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye ! Like thee I start, like thee disorder'd fly...
Pàgina 10 - ... seemed inevitable, — already he felt himself in their fangs, and the bloody knife of the assassin appeared to gleam before his eyes, — despair renewed his energy, and once more, in an agony of affright that seemed verging towards madness, he rushed forward so rapidly that terror seemed to have given wings to his feet. A loud cry near the spot he had left arose on his ears without suspending his flight. The hound had stopped at the place where the Pedlar's wounds bled so profusely, and deeming...
Pàgina 61 - The weekly courier from Valladolid to Lisbon was ordered to change his route that he might bring every Thursday a provision of eels and other rich fish (pescado grueso) for Friday's fast. There was a constant demand for anchovies, tunny, and other potted fish, and sometimes a" complaint that the trouts of the country were too small : the olives, on the other hand, were too large — and the Emperor wished, instead, for olives of Perejon.
Pàgina 8 - His fear vanished instantly when he perceived it was only a goat that they had been slaughtering ; and he was about to steal into his bed again, ashamed of his groundless apprehensions, when his ear was arrested by a conversation which transfixed him aghast with terror to the spot. " This is an easier job than you had yesterday," said the man who held the goat.
Pàgina 1 - In age, in infancy, from others' aid Is all our hope; to teach us to be kind: That Nature's first, last lesson to mankind. The selfish heart deserves the pain it feels : More generous sorrow, while it sinks exalts, And conscious virtue mitigates the pang.
Pàgina 6 - I died this very night." with a sneer, while he cast a glance of peculiar expression at the other inhabitants of the cottage. It was with a shiver of apprehension, rather than of cold, that the hoy drew towards the fire; and the looks which the old woman and her sons exchanged, made him wish that he had preferred the shelter of any one of the roofless cottages which were scattered near, rather than trust himself among persons of such dubious aspect. Dreadful surmises flitted across his brain; and...