Tales, Essays, and Sketches, Volumen2

H.G. Bohn, 1844
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Página 249 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors...
Página 234 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride — That hour o...
Página 245 - like the baseless fabric of a vision, and left not a wreck behind...
Página 42 - This order, which was given by my cousin himself, stung me to madness, and, changing my piteous tones for those of fierce resistance, I swore that "I would not turn out for any man living. I would not be buried alive to please them." To this nobody made any reply, but in the course of a minute four stout porters made their appearance, and I was forced from the house. Returning to Wolstang's lodgings, the old man was there in waiting, as he promised. "What," said I, with trepidation — "what is the...
Página 31 - if you relieve me from my present condition, you break faith with Wolstang, seeing that you deprive him of his stipulated power." " I deprive him of his power over you, but I give him in return a similar power over some other person, which will answer his purpose equally well. I think you had better sign.
Página 42 - I am not dead," said I, throwing myself upon my knees before my cousin, who was present. " I know that, my good fellow," was his answer, " but poor Stadt, you see, is gone for ever." " That is not Stadt — it is I — it is I. Will you not believe me ! I am Stadt — this is not me — I am not myself. For heaven's sake, suspend this funeral." Such were my exclamations, but they produced no other effect but that of pity among the bystanders. " Poor unfortunate fellow, he is crazed.
Página 49 - You must remain quiet," said the eldest, with a smile. " We must have you put to bed, and afterwards dressed." " What is this ?" continued I ; " am I not dead — was I not buried ?" " Hush, my dear friend — let me throw this greatcoat over you.
Página 52 - What !" said I, again interrupting the doctor, " is it possible you could be so inhuman as to make the scoundrels bury me again ?" " Now, Stadt," rejoined he, with a smile, " you are a strange fellow. You were angry at the men for raising you, and now you are angry at me for endeavouring to repair their error by reinterring you.
Página 33 - I was in truth only punishing myself, and that it was a matter of doubt whether he would ever submit to a corporeal change, seeing that my fortune was much more considerable than his own, and that he would come at it in the course of six months. This I had no doubt was the chief consideration which could have induced the fellow to bring about such a metamorphosis. On getting out of prison I was the most miserable wretch on earth. The fierce desire of vengeance had formerly kept up my spirits ; but...
Página 50 - am I not dead— was I not buried ?" " Hush, my dear friend — let me throw this great-coat over you." " But I must speak," said I, my senses still wandering — " Where am I ? — who are you ?" "Do you not know me?" " Yes," replied I, gazing at him intently—

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