The romance of the forest, by the authoress of 'A Sicilian romance'.1820 |
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... " The shard - born beetle , with his drowsy hums , " Hath rung night's yawning peal , there shall be done " A deed of dreadful note . " IN TWO VOLUMES . VOL . II . MACBETH . THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST . VOLUME THE SECOND .
... " The shard - born beetle , with his drowsy hums , " Hath rung night's yawning peal , there shall be done " A deed of dreadful note . " IN TWO VOLUMES . VOL . II . MACBETH . THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST . VOLUME THE SECOND .
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... secretly quitted his regiment . The progress of the Marquis's plan he had observed with trembling anxiety , till the night that was to decide the fate of Adeline and himself roused all his mind 2 THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST .
... secretly quitted his regiment . The progress of the Marquis's plan he had observed with trembling anxiety , till the night that was to decide the fate of Adeline and himself roused all his mind 2 THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST .
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... night . The continued fatigue she had suffered for the last fourteen hours overcame anxiety , and her ha- rassed spirits sunk to repose . She slept till late in the morning , and was then awakened by the land- lady , who came to inform ...
... night . The continued fatigue she had suffered for the last fourteen hours overcame anxiety , and her ha- rassed spirits sunk to repose . She slept till late in the morning , and was then awakened by the land- lady , who came to inform ...
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... night ; and the disorder having now affected his head , there was every reason to fear it would prove fatal in a few hours . The worst consequences may ensue , continued he ; if the wound becomes inflamed , there will be very little ...
... night ; and the disorder having now affected his head , there was every reason to fear it would prove fatal in a few hours . The worst consequences may ensue , continued he ; if the wound becomes inflamed , there will be very little ...
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... night prevented his di- stinguishing the objects without , but a light now brought from the house showed him a carriage and four D 3 THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST . 29 stances under which she must be introduced were so ...
... night prevented his di- stinguishing the objects without , but a light now brought from the house showed him a carriage and four D 3 THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST . 29 stances under which she must be introduced were so ...
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abbey abbey of St Adeline Adeline's affection Amand anguish anxiety appeared attended beautiful believe carriage cerning chamber chateau circumstances Clara conduct conversation countenance D'Aunoy danger dear death delight despair distant distress dore dreadful drew Du Bosse emotions endeavoured entreated escape expressed eyes father fear grief hand happiness heard heart hope hostess hour immediately inquired knew lake Languedoc leave Leloncourt length looked Lord Louis Luc's lute Ma'mselle Madame La Luc Madame La Motte Marquis de Montalt Marquis's melancholy mind Montpellier morning neral night o'er occasioned pain Paris passed passion perceived Peter physician pity pleasure present prison quired quis quit the forest racter received recollection recovered replied returned Savoy scarcely scene scenery seemed shade sigh silence smile soon speak stranger sublime suffer sunk surgeon sweet tears tence tender terror Theo Theodore thither thought tion trembling Verneuil village voice wish wound XLIV
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