The Italian: Or the Confessional of the Black Penitents. A Romance. By Ann Radcliffe, ... In Three Volumes. ...

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T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies (successors to Mr. Cadell), 1797
 

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Page 101 - I, under fair pretence of friendly ends, And well-placed words of glozing courtesy, Baited with reasons not unplausible, Wind me into the easy-hearted man, And hug him into snares.
Page 119 - As she slowly paced the transept, she perceived a monk passing between the pillars, near the cloisters, who, as he approached, lifted his cowl, and she knew him to be Schedoni. He instantly observed the agitation of her spirits, and that her purpose was not yet determined, according to his hope. But, though his mind became clouded, his countenance remained unaltered; it was grave and thoughtful. The sternness of his vulture-eye was, however, somewhat softened, and its lids were contracted by subtlety....
Page 295 - Awake! awake! Say, what is your name? Speak! speak quickly!' Ellena, aroused by a man's voice, started from her mattress, when, perceiving Schedoni, and by the pale glare of the lamp, his haggard countenance, she shrieked, and sunk back on the pillow. She had not fainted; and believing that he came to murder her, she now exerted herself to plead for mercy. The energy of her feelings enabled her to rise and throw herself at his feet. 'Be merciful, O father! be merciful!
Page 297 - Alas ! he is dead ! or I should not now want a protector," replied Ellena, shrinking from his grasp, and weeping. ' " You trifle," said Schedoni, with a terrible look, " I once more demand an answer — whose picture ? " ' Ellena lifted it, gazed upon it for a moment, and then pressing it to her lips said,
Page 297 - I cannot part with it, holy father,' replied Ellena, pressing it to her bosom, 'you do not wish me to part with it!' 'Is it impossible to make you answer my question!' said he, in extreme perturbation, and turning away from her, 'has fear utterly confounded you!' Then, again stepping towards her, and seizing her wrist, he repeated the demand in a tone of desperation. 'Alas ! he is dead ! or I should not now want a protector,' replied Ellena, shrinking from his grasp, and weeping.
Page 253 - ... nests in the rocks, seemed to indicate an approaching storm. Ellena was not so wholly engaged by selfish sufferings, but that she could sympathise with those of others, and she rejoiced that the fishermen, whose boats she had observed, had escaped the threatening tempest, and were safely sheltered in their little homes, where, as they heard the loud waves break along the coast, they could look with keener pleasure upon the social circle, and the warm comforts around them. From such considerations...
Page 295 - ... to seize all his frame, and he stood for some moments aghast and motionless like a statue. His respiration was short and laborious, chilly drops stood on his forehead, and all his faculties of mind seemed suspended. When he recovered, he stooped to examine again the miniature, which had occasioned this revolution, and which had lain concealed beneath the lawn that he withdrew. The terrible certainty was almost...
Page 174 - On whom that ravening brood of Fate, Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait : Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see, And look not madly wild, like thee ? EPODE. In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice, The grief-full Muse addrest her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons, on her awful voice, Silent and pale, in wild amazement hung.
Page 129 - How! If he is such a villain he may not be trusted! Think further. But now you objected to a mercenary, yet this man is one." "Daughter, he may be trusted when it is in such a case; he is safe and sure. I have reasons to know him.
Page 132 - The Marchesa happened, as she said this, to cast her eyes upon the inscription over a Confessional, where appeared, in black letters, these awful words, 'God hears thee!' It appeared an awful warning. Her countenance changed; it had struck upon her heart. Schedoni was too much engaged by his own thoughts to observe, or understand her silence. She soon recovered herself; and considering that this was a common inscription for Confessionals, disregarded what she had at first considered as a peculiar...

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