The Household of Bouverie: Or, the Elixir of Gold, Volumen1Derby & Jackson, 1860 Set in Kentucky, the novel tells of a scientist, Erastus Bouverie, who, subject to fits of jealousy, torments his wife, using strange chemical processes to damage those he hates. |
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... like thee ! Tameless and swift , and proud- " And continuing to the close , he went on : " Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is ; C11 : Will take from both a deep autumnal tone , Sweet. THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE . 117.
... like thee ! Tameless and swift , and proud- " And continuing to the close , he went on : " Make me thy lyre , even as the forest is ; C11 : Will take from both a deep autumnal tone , Sweet. THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE . 117.
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... lyre , child , " pointing , as he spoke , to the uncouth instrument hanging on the wall ; " and let me play for you . " I laughed , as I took it down , at the droll misnomer . " Lyre , grandfather ? -this quaint thing a lyre ! Why , it ...
... lyre , child , " pointing , as he spoke , to the uncouth instrument hanging on the wall ; " and let me play for you . " I laughed , as I took it down , at the droll misnomer . " Lyre , grandfather ? -this quaint thing a lyre ! Why , it ...
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... lyre , they say , of just such a card as he offered me . Now , how do you like my music ? Your grandmother says one had as well try to play the flute on a tomahawk , as imitate King David on such an instrument as this ; but you shall ...
... lyre , they say , of just such a card as he offered me . Now , how do you like my music ? Your grandmother says one had as well try to play the flute on a tomahawk , as imitate King David on such an instrument as this ; but you shall ...
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... To whom did it belong originally ? " " To the last occupant of the prison - to him who owned the Bible and the lyre - he had fashioned it with his own hands to 7 tor . A Welchman , I believe , one Evan. THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE . 163.
... To whom did it belong originally ? " " To the last occupant of the prison - to him who owned the Bible and the lyre - he had fashioned it with his own hands to 7 tor . A Welchman , I believe , one Evan. THE HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE . 163.
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... lyre , when you left the prison - escaped , I suppose ? " No , child , no . When Paulovitch unclosed his hand , and 1- the bird fly , he sent after him all that he believed to be his pr perty - the broken eggs that remained in the nest ...
... lyre , when you left the prison - escaped , I suppose ? " No , child , no . When Paulovitch unclosed his hand , and 1- the bird fly , he sent after him all that he believed to be his pr perty - the broken eggs that remained in the nest ...
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affection Alchemy amused asked bear beautiful believe better Bianca Bishop Clare blood called chamber child clasped cold Colonel de Courcy dark dear death Doctor Quintil door dream dress Erastus Everard eyes Fabius face father feeling felt forever gaze grand grandfather grandmother grandmother's half hand happy head heard heart hope HOUSEHOLD OF BOUVERIE Jasper JOANNA BAILLIE knew laughed light lips looked Lord Torrington lyre Madame matter Merodach Miss Lilian MOSS-SIDE mother murmured mystery nature never night once pain passed passion Pat McCormick patient peculiar perhaps pict poor possess presence Quintilian reply rest rose seemed shadow silent silent agitation smile sorrow soul speak spirit spoke stood strange sweet Taunton Tower tears tell tender thee things THOMAS HOOD thought thousand guineas tion tortoise truth turned Violet Fane voice words
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Página 115 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Página 205 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página 115 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Página 116 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Página 55 - Page. So stately and so graceful is her form, I thought at first her stature was gigantic ; But on a near approach I found, in truth, She scarcely does surpass the middle size.
Página 151 - essence of sunshine," it would not have surprised me, for inherent radiance it certainly seemed to contain. I had just time to set the vial down, which I had raised between my vision and the line of light that came through the slightly opened door, when he awoke, coughing violently, and fixed his glittering eyes full on my face. Aroused by the shrill summons, or perhaps already watching for such a signal, Dr. Quintil came almost instantly to his assistance, and sustained him in his arms; at the same...
Página 153 - ... sacrifice that he might see fit to demand, or that I might find it possible to make. Yet, why was this? Others as nearly related to me had awakened no parallel enthusiasm in my soul. I have done wrong perhaps in thinking that it was the power of blood that stirred me thus. Was it not rather some fine magnetic influence totally independent of mere relationship, that rendered every faculty of my being as responsive to his will as the keys of the lute to the touch of the master player? I know not...
Página 17 - ... other, while the moon shone down through the great skylight revealing to the startled watchers his ghastly lineaments and spectral form — she had, in the desperation of her fear and agony, sealed up forever those haunted and accursed chambers. For this purpose the stairway had been removed, and the space between the two halls floored and ceiled. This was done with an expedition that made food for conjecture in the neighborhood, having its origin, doubtless, in the almost frenzied terror of...