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Page 113 - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Page 66 - Mrs. Radcliffe was, in her youth, exquisitely proportioned, though she resembled her father, and his brother and sister, in being low of stature. Her complexion was beautiful, as was her whole countenance, especially her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth. She was educated in the principles of the Church of England ; and through life, unless prevented by serious indisposition, regularly attended its services. Her piety, though cheerful, was deep and sincere. Although perfectly well bred, and endowed with...
Page 10 - Radcliffe accompanied her husband on a tour through Holland and the western frontier of Germany, returning down the Rhine. This was the first and only occasion, on which she quitted England; though the vividness of her descriptions of Italy, Switzerland, and the south of France, in which her scenes are principally laid, induced a general belief, that she had visited those countries. So strongly was this conviction impressed on the public mind, that a recent traveler of celebrity referred to her descriptions...
Page 9 - A scrupulous self-respect, almost too nice to be appreciated in these days, induced her sedulously to avoid the appearance of reception on account of her literary fame. The very thought of appearing in person as the author of her romances shocked the delicacy of her mind. To the publication of her works she was constrained by the force of her own genius; but nothing could tempt her to publish herself; or to sink, for the moment, the gentlewoman in the novelist.
Page 42 - In a shaded corner, near the chimney, a most exquisite Claude, an evening view, perhaps over the Campagna of Rome. The sight of this picture imparted much of the luxurious repose and satisfaction, which we derive from contemplating the finest scenes of Nature. Here was the poet, as well as the painter, touching the imagination, and making you see more than the picture contained. You saw the real light of the sun, you breathed the air of the country, you felt all the circumstances of a luxurious climate...
Page 67 - Radcliffe may fairly be considered as the inventor of a new style of romance; equally distinct from the old tales of chivalry and magic, and from modern representations of credible incidents and living manners. Her works partially exhibit the charms of each species of composition ; interweaving the miraculous with the probable, in consistent narrative, and breathing of tenderness and beauty peculiarly her own.
Page 62 - Last night of all, When yon same sun that westward from the Pole Had made his course to illume that part of heaven...
Page 94 - ... generations have beheld us and passed away, as you now behold us, and shall pass away : they thought of the generations before them, as you now think of them, and as future ages shall think of you. We have witnessed this, yet we remain ; the voices that revelled beneath us are heard no more, yet the winds of Heaven still sound in our ivy.
Page 8 - Not so the mighty magician of The Mysteries of Udolpho, bred and- nourished by the Florentine muses in their sacred solitary caverns, amid the paler shrines of gothic superstition, and in all the dreariness of enchantment ; a poetess whom Ariosto would with rapture have acknowledged, as -" La nudrita Damigella Trivulzia al sacro speco.
Page 173 - At these words cold drops stood on the King's forehead, and his eyes remained, fixed on the vacant air, where the countenance of the Baron had just appeared. At the same instant, these words of the distant requiem rose on his ear, " I go unto the dark lane ; that is covered with the mist of death, —a land of misery and darkness, where is the shadow of death and no order. The eye of man may no more behold me.