Held in Bondage: Or, Granville de Vigne. A Tale of the Day, 2. köideJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1864 |
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agony Alma's anguish arms asked Balaklava beauty bitter brain Brandling's breath brilliant brow calm cheeks cher chill cold Crimea cruel Curly Curly's curse dare dark dead deadly dear death delicate earth écarté England eyes face fair Fantyre fell fierce fond Fontainebleau Frestonhills girl give GRANVILLE DE VIGNE hand hated head heard heart Heaven honor horrible hour human knew Lady Molyneux laughed leave light lips listen live looked Lord Lucy Davis Madame Major De Vigne marriage married Mont de Piété Montressor nature never night once passion pity poor Redan rose Rushbrooke Sabretasche Sebastopol she-the sigh silent sillian Sir Folko smile soft sorrow spoke stood strength suffering sweet tears tell tenderness thing thought told touched Trefusis trembling turned Vallenstein Vane Castleton Vieillecour Vigne's Violet Molyneux Vivian voice weary whispered wife wild woman words wrong young
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Page 430 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest I will go; thy people shall be my people and thy God my God.
Page 334 - Pater noster, qui es in ccelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum : adveniat regnum tuum : fiat voluntas tua sicut in ccelo, et in terra : panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie; et dimitte nobis debita nostra, sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris : Et ne nos inducas in tentationem. Sed libera nos a malo. Amen.
Page 7 - Blest power of sunshine ! — genial Day, What balm, what life is in thy ray ! To feel thee is such real bliss, That had the world no joy but this, To sit in sunshine calm and sweet, — It were a world too exquisite For man to leave it for the gloom, The deep, cold shadow of the tomb.
Page 16 - Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to die — Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.
Page 75 - God hath joined together let no man put asunder !" God and nature had joined their hearts together in the higher bonds of love, enduring and eternal; it was man's meddling and pharasaic laws which dared to decree they should be put asunder. Those moments of deep rapture passed uncounted by De Vigne, conscious only of that ecstasy of which he had been robbed so long, which was to his heart as the flowing of water-springs through a dry land ; all the outer world was forgotten by him, all his unnatural...
Page 209 - ... That long low room, with its arched roof, its square pillars, its dim, cavernous light coming in through the shattered windows, was a sight worse than all the fabled horrors of painter, or poet, or author ; full of...
Page 210 - ... dead, burnt and charred in the explosion, a heap of blanched bones and gory clothes and blackened flesh, the men who but a few hours before had been instinct with health and hope and gallant fearless life ! Living men in horrible companionship with these corpses, writhing in torture which there was no hand to relieve, no help from heaven or earth to aid, with their jagged and broken limbs twisted and powerless, were calling for water, for help, for pity ; shrieking out in wild delirium or disconnected...
Page 440 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Page 376 - IT is strange how the outer world surrounds yet never touches the inner; how the gay and lighter threads of life intervene yet never mingle with those that are darkest and sternest, as the parasite clings to the forest tree, united yet ever dissimilar! From the twilight gloom of the silent forest, from solitude and temptation and suffering, from the fell torture of an hour when thought and opportunity, twin tempters, lured him on to crime, De Vigne passed suddenly into the glitter and glow and brilliance,...
Page 371 - Her fierce and cruel eyes looked into his in the dull grey twilight, with that leer and triumph in them with which she gloated over the misery she caused. " You would kill me if I were a man ? I dare say, though I am a woman, you would scarcely scruple to do so if you were not afraid of the law, which is inexorable on murder as on marriage ! You would not be the first husband who killed his wife when he fell in love with another woman, though whether it would honour your boasted escutcheon much "...