The last days of Pompeii, by the author of 'Pelham'. by sir E. Bulwer Lytton

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Page 300 - ... flames ; and at various intervals the fires rose sullenly and fiercely against the solid gloom. To add to this partial relief of the darkness, the citizens had, here and there, in the more public places, such as the...
Page 292 - ... seemed to roll toward them, dark and rapid, like a torrent ; at the same time it cast forth from its bosom a shower of ashes mixed with vast fragments of burning stone. Over the crushing vines — over the desolate streets — over the Amphitheatre itself — far and wide — with many a mighty splash in the agitated sea — fell that awful shower!
Page 312 - ... in its gardens the sacrificial tripod, — in its halls the chest of treasure, — in its baths the strigil, — in its theatres the counter of admission, — in its saloons the furniture and the lamp, — in its triclinia the fragments of the last feast, — in its cubicula the perfumes and the rouge of faded beauty,— and everywhere the bones and skeletons of those who once moved the springs of that minute yet gorgeous machine of luxury and of life...
Page 300 - They retraced their steps, — in vain : they could not discover her, — it was evident she had been swept along some opposite direction by the human current. Their friend, their preserver, was lost ! And hitherto Nydia had been their guide. Her blindness rendered the scene familiar to her alone. Accustomed, through a perpetual night, to thread the windings of the city, she had led them unerringly towards the seashore, by which they had resolved to hazard an escape.
Page vi - It is true, that I neither can, nor do pretend, to the observation of complete accuracy, even in matters of outward costume, much less in the more important points of language and manners.
Page 291 - he shouted with a voice of thunder, which stilled the roar of the crowd ; " behold how the gods protect the guiltless ! The fires of the avenging Orcus burst forth against the false witness of my accusers...
Page 299 - In some places, immense fragments of rock, hurled upon the house roofs, bore down along the streets masses of confused ruin, which yet more and more, with every hour, obstructed the way ; and, as the day advanced, the motion of the earth was more sensibly felt — the footing seemed to slide and creep — nor could chariot or litter be kept steady, even on the most level ground.
Page 289 - ... then suddenly it sprang forward, but not on the Athenian. At half-speed it circled round and round the space, turning its vast head from side to side with an anxious and perturbed gaze, as if seeking only some avenue of escape ; once or twice it endeavored to leap up the parapet that divided it from the audience, and, on failing, uttered rather a baffled howl than its deep-toned and kingly roar.
Page 299 - THE cloud, which had scattered so deep a murkiness over the day, had now settled into a solid and impenetrable mass. It resembled less even the thickest gloom of a night in the open air than the close and blind darkness of some narrow...
Page 304 - ... changed to a shape of fire! With his left hand circled round the form of lone — with his right arm raised in menace, and grasping the stilus which was to have been his weapon in the arena, and which he still fortunately bore about him, with his brow knit, his lips apart, the wrath and menace of human passions arrested as by a charm, upon his features, Glaucus fronted the Egyptian! Arbaces turned his eyes from the mountain — they rested on the form of Glaucus! He paused a moment: "Why," he...

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