Hidden fields
Libros Libros
" I prest it to my bosom — Some demon whispered me that I should never see her more. — I stood gazing on the hated vehicle which was conveying her away for ever. — The tears were petrified under my eyelids. — My heart was crystallized with agony. "
The Anti-Jacobin, Or, Weekly Examiner - Página 423
1803
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro

The Anti-Jacobin, Or, Weekly Examiner, Volumen2

1799 - 678 páginas
...melting hand seemed to dissolve in mine, as I prest it to my bosom — Some Demon whispered me that I should never see her more. — I stood gazing on the...to diminish every instant.—I felt my heart beat ag.iinst its prison, as if anxious to leap out and overtake it.—My soul whirled round as I watched...
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro

Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin

George Canning, John Hookham Frere, George Ellis, William Gifford - 1799 - 264 páginas
[ Lo sentimos, el contenido de esta página está restringido. ]
Sin vista previa disponible - Acerca de este libro

The Spirit of the Public Journals: Being an Impartial Selection of ..., Volumen2

Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott - 1799 - 434 páginas
...as I preft it to my lofom — Some demon whifpered me, that I fhould never fee her more. — I flood gazing on the hated vehicle which was conveying her...were petrified under my eye-lids. — My heart was cryftallized with agony. — Anon — I looked along the road. — The diligence feemed to diminifh...
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro

Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin

1800 - 270 páginas
...melting hand seemed to dissolve in mine, as I prest it to my bosom — Some demon whispered me that I should never see her more. — I stood gazing on the...— My heart was crystallized with agony. — Anon — 1 looked along the road. — The Diligence seemed to diminish every instant. — I felt my heart...
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro

Poetry of The Anti-Jacobin [by G. Canning and others].

Anti-Jacobin The - 1801 - 276 páginas
...melting hand seemed to dissolve in mine, as I pressed it to my bosom — Some demon whispered me that I should never see her more. — I stood gazing on the...crystallized with agony. — Anon, I looked along the road. — The Diligence seemed to diminish every instant. — I felt my heart beat against its prison,...
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro

The Spirit of the Public Journals

1805 - 436 páginas
...I preft it to my bofom — Some demon whifpered me, that I fliould never fee her more. — I ftood gazing on the hated vehicle which was conveying her...were petrified under my eyelids. — My heart was cryftallized with agony. — Anon — I looked along the road. — The diligence feemed to diminifli...
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro

Poetry of The Anti-Jacobin [by G. Canning and others].

Anti-Jacobin The - 1807 - 258 páginas
...melting hand seemed to dissolve in mine, as I prest it to my bosom — Some demon whispered me that I should never see her more. — I stood gazing on the...crystallized with agony. — Anon — I looked along the road. — The Diligence seemed to diminish every instant. — I felt my heart beat against its prison,...
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro

The Ordeal: A Critical Journal of Politicks and Literature, Volumen1

Joseph Tinker Buckingham - 1809 - 428 páginas
...melting hand seemed to dissolve in mine, "as I pressed it to my bosom — Some Demon whispered me that I should never see her more. — I stood gazing on the hated vehicle which was conveying her away forever — The tears were petrified under my eye-lids. — My heart was crystallized with agony —...
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro

The Ordeal, Volumen1

1809 - 402 páginas
...never see her more. — I stood gazing on the haled vehicle which was conveying her away forever-^The tears were petrified under my eye-lids. — My heart...crystallized with agony.— Anon — I looked along the road.— The Diligence seemed to diminish every instant. — 4 felt my heart beat against its prison,...
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro

The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Volumen4

1811 - 530 páginas
...prest it to my bosom — some demon whispered me that I should never see her more. I stood gazing oh the hated vehicle which was conveying her away for...crystallized with agony. Anon — I looked along the road. The diligence seemed to diminish every instant. I felt my heart beat against its prison, as if...
Vista completa - Acerca de este libro




  1. Mi biblioteca
  2. Ayuda
  3. Búsqueda avanzada de libros
  4. Descargar EPUB
  5. Descargar PDF