Heath's Book of Beauty: With Beautifully Finished Engravings, from Drawings by the First ArtistsLongman, Brown, Green and Longmans, 1835 |
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agitated Altendorf Antonia appearance Arnold arrival Asher ASTOR baroness beauty became Beech Grove beheld beloved Branchimont bright brother castle Charolois cheek Christofano Clara Clinton Constance countenance COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON Courland dear dearest death deep dream Edith Ellen England Engraved exclaimed eyes face fair fancy fate father fear feelings felt fond fortune gazed Gernonville grief Guy of Lusignan H. T. Ryall hand happiness heart heaven Henry Arnold honour hope hour king of Jerusalem knew Lady Hythe Lady Imogene Lady Ripley length letter light lips London looked Lord Lothair marchese margrave Maurice Mignon mind Mordaunt morning never night o'er once pale passed passion Paternoster Row Proprietor replied returned Ripley Hall scene serene highness silent Sir Frederic Sir Richard smile sorrow soul spirit stranger sweet tears thee thine thing thou thought told Vernon voice Wrottesley YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young
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138 ページ - ... roost. It was twilight : pacing her chamber, and praying to the Virgin, the hours at length stole away. The chimes of the sanctuary told her that it wanted but a quarter of an hour to midnight. Already she had formed a rope of shawls ; now she fastened it to the lattice with all her force. The bell struck twelve, and the Lady Imogene delivered herself to her fate. Slowly and fearfully she descended, long suspended in the air, until her feet at length touched a ledge of rock. Cautiously feeling...
82 ページ - He never caressed me ; if ever he stroked my head or drew me on his knee, I felt a mingled alarm and delight difficult to describe. Yet, strange to say, my father loved me almost to idolatry ; and I knew this and repaid his affection with enthusiastic fondness, notwithstanding his reserve and my awe. He was something greater, and wiser, and better, in my eyes, than any other human being.
128 ページ - ... blush, unperceived by the kneeling votaries, rose to her cheek ; but apparently such was her self-control, or such her deep respect for the hallowed spot, that she exhibited no other symptom of emotion, and, walking to the high altar, was soon buried in her devotions. The mass was celebrated — the vassals rose and retired. According to her custom, the Lady Imogene yet remained, and knelt before the tomb of her brother. A low whisper, occasionally sounding, assured her that some one was at the...
120 ページ - M I was happily placed with his daughter, he had carefully avoided seeing me. His character, indeed, was wholly changed. While carrying on a system of dissimulation, he had appeared gay ; he was extravagant; given up to pleasure, and spending even beyond his large income, despite the ruin in which he knew that his son would be involved on his death. He made him indeed a princely allowance, as if that was to compensate to him; while, in fact, Clinton was only thus habituated to expense. As soon as...
135 ページ - ... be impracticable. One day, Martha was to be bribed; another, young Theodore was to re-enter the castle disguised as a girl, and become, by some contrivance, her attendant; but reflection ever proved that these were as wild as lovers' plans are wont to be; and another week stole away without anything being settled. Yet this second week was not so desolate as the first. On the contrary, it was full of exciting hope; and each day to hear that Lothair still adored her, and each day to be enabled...
128 ページ - Italy. At the court of my cousin, the Duke of Milan, we shall be safe and happy. What care I for Branchimont, and all its fortunes ? And for that, my vassals are no traitors. If ever the bright hour arrive when we may return in joy, trust me, sweet love, my flag will still wave on my father's walls.' 'Oh, Lothair! why did we meet? Why, meeting, did we not hate each other like our fated race? My heart is distracted. Can this misery be love? Yet I adore thee ' The Lady Imogene rose, and crossed herself...
218 ページ - Sleeps with a voiceless string ! Alas ! Love ever closes His sweetest song with sighs ; Love ever bathes his roses With tears from maiden's eyes : A morning song he sings us Of blooming skies and bowers ; The evening gifts he brings us — Pale cheeks and withered flowers ! THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY.
138 ページ - ... gladness in thy beams. The shadows, indeed, grow longer, and yet thine orb is as high in heaven as if it were an everlasting noon! The unceasing cry of the birds, once so consoling, now only made her restless. She listened, and she listened, until at length the rosy sky called forth their last thrilling chant, and the star of evening summoned them to roost. It was twilight: pacing her chamber, and praying to the Virgin, the hours at length stole away. The chimes of the sanctuary told her that...