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Adèle appeared beautiful beneath Bernard blood bosom bright Browne castle chamber Charité Colonel Morris companions countenance cried cuirassiers dark daugh daughter death deep door dreadful Eolian Eugene exclaimed eyes face father fearful feeling fifteen livres fish gazed ghosts grave hand head heard heart heaven horse hour human voice innocent voice Kinnersley lady length light lips listened live looked Lord Woodville Lucille Lucrece Madame Eustace Mande Maurice ment mercy mind Monsieur Lagarde montese Moribond morning musket mysterious necromancer never night once pale passed Pierre Pierre Maurice priest Ranulph returned River Clyde rock saints seemed side sleep sloop-of-war soon spirit spoke spot stood story strange sword terror thee thought tide tion told trees turned village voice wife wild William Morris wind window woman words wounded wretch young youth
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Page 131 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
Page 69 - ... which pattered and whistled as the air gained entrance. The toilet too, with its mirror, turbaned, after the manner of the beginning of the century, with a coiffure of murrey-coloured silk, and its hundred strangeshaped...
Page 64 - ... and of a character peculiarly English. The little town, with its stately old church, whose tower bore testimony to the devotion of ages long past, lay amidst pastures and corn-fields of small extent, but bounded and divided with hedgerow timber of great age and size. There were few marks of modern improvement. The environs of the place intimated neither the solitude of decay nor the bustle of novelty; the houses were old, but in good repair; and the beautiful little river murmured freely on its...
Page 64 - About the end of the American war, when the officers of Lord Cornwallis's army, which surrendered at Yorktown, and others, who had been made prisoners during the impolitic and ill-fated controversy, were returning to their own country, to relate their adventures, and repose themselves after their fatigues ; there was amongst them a general officer, to whom Miss S.
Page 67 - ... readiness to attend their pastime. As General Browne alighted, the young lord came to the gate of the hall, and for an instant gazed, as at a stranger, upon the countenance of his friend, on which war, with its fatigues and its wounds, had made a great alteration. But the uncertainty lasted no...
Page 67 - The General shrugged his shoulders and laughed. " I presume," he said, " the worst apartment in your chateau is considerably superior to the old tobacco-cask, in which I was fain to take up my night's lodging when I was in the Bush, as the Virginians call it, with the light corps. There I lay, like Diogenes himself, so delighted with my covering from the...
Page 76 - J dared .open my eyes, lest they should again encounter the horrible spectacle. When, however, I summoned courage to look up, she was no longer visible. My first idea was to pull my bell, wake the servants, and remove to a garret or a hay-loft, to be ensured against a second visitation.
Page 80 - General Browne accepted the invitation, though somewhat unwillingly. It was evident he was not to breathe freely or at ease till he left Woodville Castle far behind him. He could not refuse his friend's invitation, however ; and the less so, that he was a little ashamed of the peevishness which he had displayed towards his well-meaning entertainer. The General, therefore, followed Lord Woodville through several rooms, into a long gallery hung with pictures, which the latter pointed out to his guest,...
Page 75 - ... broad plaits upon the neck and shoulders, which fall down to the ground, and terminate in a species of train. " I thought the intrusion singular enough, but never harboured for a moment the idea that what I saw was...
Page 29 - And the vulture looked down with a welcoming eye, As he stooped in his airy swing ; And the haughty eagle hovered so nigh, As to fan her long locks with his wing. But, when Winter rolled dark its sullen wave, From the west, with gusty shock, Old Sarah, deserted, crept cold to her cave, And slept, without bed, on her rock. No fire illumined her dismal den ; Yet a tattered Bible she read ; For she saw in the dark, with a wizard ken, And talked with the troubled dead.