Walter the murderer; or, The mysteries of El Dorado1827 |
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Walter, the Murderer: Or, the Mysteries of El Dorado: An Historical ..., Τόμος 3 C. Bolen Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2017 |
Walter, the Murderer: Or, the Mysteries of El Dorado: an Historical ..., Τόμος 3 C. Bolen Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2017 |
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Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 31 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer, of vigour born, The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light That fly th
Σελίδα 45 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding isles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Σελίδα 32 - On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent hearses shall besiege your gates ; There passengers shall stand, and pointing say, (While the long funerals blacken all the way) Lo ! these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd, And cursed with hearts unknowing how to yield.
Σελίδα 3 - I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.