The History of Fiction: Being a Critical Account of the Most Celebrated Prose Works of Fiction, from the Earliest Greek Romances to the Novels of the Present Age, Volume 3Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1814 - Fiction |
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... travellers were overtaken by night before they had extricated themselves from a wood : for- tunately they perceived a hermitage , and went to beg an asylum . They were hospitably received by the solitary inhabitant , who gave them what ...
... travellers were overtaken by night before they had extricated themselves from a wood : for- tunately they perceived a hermitage , and went to beg an asylum . They were hospitably received by the solitary inhabitant , who gave them what ...
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... travellers observed that their host was solely occupied in scouring a valuable cup from which they had drunk during the repast . The angel noted where the hermit had laid it , rose by night , concealed it , and in the morning , with ...
... travellers observed that their host was solely occupied in scouring a valuable cup from which they had drunk during the repast . The angel noted where the hermit had laid it , rose by night , concealed it , and in the morning , with ...
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... travellers implored an asylum , but the miser shut the casement without reply . A servant , more com- passionate ... traveller , he cursed the hour in which he had been associated with such a 1 wretch , but was again reprimanded by the ...
... travellers implored an asylum , but the miser shut the casement without reply . A servant , more com- passionate ... traveller , he cursed the hour in which he had been associated with such a 1 wretch , but was again reprimanded by the ...
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... travellers with much kindness , and bade them on the morrow an affectionate adieu . To reach the high road , however , it was neces- sary to pass through the town , and to cross a river . On pretence that he was unacquainted with the ...
... travellers with much kindness , and bade them on the morrow an affectionate adieu . To reach the high road , however , it was neces- sary to pass through the town , and to cross a river . On pretence that he was unacquainted with the ...
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... travellers meet with a merchant , who asked his way to the next town , but the angel , by mis- guiding him , preserved him from being robbed . ' ! Howell's Letters , b . 4 , letter 4 . This deviation , I think , occurs in none of ...
... travellers meet with a merchant , who asked his way to the next town , but the angel , by mis- guiding him , preserved him from being robbed . ' ! Howell's Letters , b . 4 , letter 4 . This deviation , I think , occurs in none of ...
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Page 60 - PAGAN has been dead many a day ; and as for the other, though he be yet alive, he is, by reason of age, and also of the many shrewd brushes that he met with in his younger days, grown so crazy and stiff in his joints, that he can now do little more than sit in his cave's mouth, grinning at pilgrims as they go by, and biting his nails because he cannot come at them.
Page 56 - As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a den,* and laid me down in that place to sleep ; and as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold, I saw a man clothed with rags standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back, Isa.
Page 381 - The work grew on my hands, and I grew fond of it — add, that I was very glad to think of any thing rather than politics. In short, I was so engrossed with my tale, which I completed in less than two months, that one evening, I wrote from the time I had drunk my tea, about six o'clock, till half an hour after one in the morning, when my hand and fingers were so weary, that I could not hold the pen to finish the sentence, but left Matilda and Isabella talking in the middle of a paragraph.
Page 380 - I waked one morning, in the beginning of last June, from a dream, of which, all I could recover was, that I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story), and that on the uppermost banister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour.
Page 61 - There were also that met them with harps and crowns, and gave them to them; the harps to praise withal, and the crowns in token of honour. Then I heard in my dream that all the bells in the City rang again for joy; and that it was said unto them, Enter ye into the joy of your Lord.
Page 61 - Now just as the Gates were opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and behold, the City shone like the Sun; the Streets also were paved with Gold, and in them walked many men, with Crowns on their heads, Palms in their hands, and golden Harps to sing praises withal. There were also of them that had wings, and they answered one another without intermission, saying, Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord.
Page 61 - Now, just as the gates were opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and, behold, the City shone like the sun; the streets also were paved with gold, and in them walked many men, with crowns on their heads, palms in their hands, and golden harps to sing praises withal. There were also of them that had wings, and they answered one another without intermission, saying, "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Page 375 - Lovelace; but he has excelled his original in the moral effect of the fiction. Lothario, with gaiety which cannot be hated, and bravery which cannot be despised, retains too much of the spectator's kindness.
Page 381 - THE following work was found in the library of an ancient Catholic family in the north of England.