Zofloya; Or, The Moor: A Romance of the Fifteenth Century. In Three Volumes, Volume 3Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1806 - 236 pages |
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abyss accents agony answered Victoria appeared Ardolph arms art thou band bandit banditti beheld Berenza beside blood bosom canst cast castle cavern cham chamber CHAP chief clasped Condottieri countenance cried the Moor cried Victoria dagger death delusion did'st thou dost thou dreadful dream emotion encreased escape exclaimed eyes fair Victoria feel felt female fierce floya frantic gazed gentle gloomy hand hastened hath head heart heaven Henriquez horror Laurina lence length Leonardo Lilla longer look loud madness Megalina midst mind miserable mother moun mountain ness never night nished once passed passion path phrenzy poignard precipice rage rary remained replied retire returned riquez rock rugged rushed scarcely seated seemed seized ſhe shrieked Signora smile solitude soul spot stiletto sunk surprize sylph tain tender terrible thee ther thine thou art thou hast thoughts tion toria trembled turally tures Venice voice wert wildly wounds wretched Zofloya
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Page 101 - Nerved anew by this feeble attempt to escape her vengeance, Victoria pursued her flying victim. At the uttermost edge of the mountain she gained upon her, when Lilla perceiving that hope of escape was vain, caught frantic, for safety, at the scathed branches of a blasted oak, that, bowed by repeated storms, hung almost perpendicularly over the yawning depth beneath.—Round these, she twisted her slender arms, while, waving to and fro F 3 with her gentle weight over the immeasurable abyss, they seemed...
Page 104 - With her poignard she stabbed her in the bosom, in the shoulder, and other parts:—the expiring Lilla sank upon her knees. — Victoria pursued her blows — she covered her fair body with innumerable wounds, then dashed her headlong over the edge of the steep. — Her fairy form bounded as it fell against the projecting crags of the mountain, diminishing to the sight of her cruel...
Page 233 - Dost thou mark, vain fool !" he cried in a terrific voice, which drowned the thundering deringecho of the waters— « Behold me as I am ! — no longer that which I appeared to be, but the sworn enemy of all created nature, by men called — SATAN...