The Household of Bouverie: Or, the Elixir of Gold, Том 1Derby & Jackson, 1860 Set in Kentucky, the novel tells of a scientist, Erastus Bouverie, who, subject to fits of jealousy, torments his wife, using strange chemical processes to damage those he hates. |
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... whole end of the room , she unloosed the ribbons of my travelling - hood , and laid it by ; then , putting back my hair , gazed earnestly into my face , murmuring - perhaps unconsciously - of the impressions she received from the close ...
... whole end of the room , she unloosed the ribbons of my travelling - hood , and laid it by ; then , putting back my hair , gazed earnestly into my face , murmuring - perhaps unconsciously - of the impressions she received from the close ...
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... whole mien and expression , and the look truth , of pride , of power , that beamed from her features . Surely no face of angel traced by the hand of Raphae no aspect of holy martyr transfigured into beauty by the nea approach to heaven ...
... whole mien and expression , and the look truth , of pride , of power , that beamed from her features . Surely no face of angel traced by the hand of Raphae no aspect of holy martyr transfigured into beauty by the nea approach to heaven ...
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... whole f her offended family . In the fatal severing of other ties , my mother was folded with true maternal love to the heart of my grandmother De CourA ason , or m augh son w riage s , 26 THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE .
... whole f her offended family . In the fatal severing of other ties , my mother was folded with true maternal love to the heart of my grandmother De CourA ason , or m augh son w riage s , 26 THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE .
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... whole folded w De Cour wailing infant beside her , motherless from its first dawn of life , and , as if fate were never weary of sacrifice in that devoted household , two years later Edward de Courcy was lost , sailing in his summer ...
... whole folded w De Cour wailing infant beside her , motherless from its first dawn of life , and , as if fate were never weary of sacrifice in that devoted household , two years later Edward de Courcy was lost , sailing in his summer ...
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... whole being yearned to her then , almost irresistibly , and the potent voice of blood cried out within me . Dr. Quintil , with his calm observing gaze , noted and compas- sionated the struggle that was going on within . " Speak , Lilian ...
... whole being yearned to her then , almost irresistibly , and the potent voice of blood cried out within me . Dr. Quintil , with his calm observing gaze , noted and compas- sionated the struggle that was going on within . " Speak , Lilian ...
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affection Alchemy amused asked bear beautiful believe better Bianca Bishop Clare blood called chamber child clasped cold Colonel de Courcy dark dear death Doctor Quintil door dream dress Erastus Everard eyes Fabius face father feeling felt forever gaze grand grandfather grandmother grandmother's half hand happy head heard heart hope HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE Jasper JOANNA BAILLIE knew laughed light lips looked Lord Torrington lyre Madame matter Merodach Miss Lilian MOSS-SIDE mother murmured mystery nature never night once pain passed passion Pat McCormick patient peculiar perhaps pict poor possess presence Quintilian reply rest rose seemed shadow silent silent agitation smile sorrow soul speak spirit spoke stood strange sweet Taunton Tower tears tell tender thee things THOMAS HOOD thought thousand guineas tion tortoise truth turned Violet Fane voice words
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Сторінка 115 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Сторінка 205 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Сторінка 115 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Сторінка 116 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Сторінка 55 - Page. So stately and so graceful is her form, I thought at first her stature was gigantic ; But on a near approach I found, in truth, She scarcely does surpass the middle size.
Сторінка 151 - essence of sunshine," it would not have surprised me, for inherent radiance it certainly seemed to contain. I had just time to set the vial down, which I had raised between my vision and the line of light that came through the slightly opened door, when he awoke, coughing violently, and fixed his glittering eyes full on my face. Aroused by the shrill summons, or perhaps already watching for such a signal, Dr. Quintil came almost instantly to his assistance, and sustained him in his arms; at the same...
Сторінка 153 - ... sacrifice that he might see fit to demand, or that I might find it possible to make. Yet, why was this? Others as nearly related to me had awakened no parallel enthusiasm in my soul. I have done wrong perhaps in thinking that it was the power of blood that stirred me thus. Was it not rather some fine magnetic influence totally independent of mere relationship, that rendered every faculty of my being as responsive to his will as the keys of the lute to the touch of the master player? I know not...
Сторінка 17 - ... other, while the moon shone down through the great skylight revealing to the startled watchers his ghastly lineaments and spectral form — she had, in the desperation of her fear and agony, sealed up forever those haunted and accursed chambers. For this purpose the stairway had been removed, and the space between the two halls floored and ceiled. This was done with an expedition that made food for conjecture in the neighborhood, having its origin, doubtless, in the almost frenzied terror of...