Chapter no 17
CHAPTER IV And poor Misfortune feels the lash of Vice. THOMSON Emily seized the first opportunity of conversing alone with Mons. Quesnel, concerning La Vallée. His answers to her enquiries were concise, and delivered with the air of a man, who is conscious of possessing absolute power and impatient of hearing it questioned. He declared, […]
Chapter no 16
CHAPTER III He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, ………………..he hears no music; Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock’d himself, and scorn’d his spirit that could be mov’d to smile at anything. Such men as he be […]
Chapter no 15
CHAPTER II Titania. If you will patiently dance in our round, And see our moonlight revels, go with us. MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM Early on the following morning, the travellers set out for Turin. The luxuriant plain, that extends from the feet of the Alps to that magnificent city, was not then, as now, shaded by […]
Chapter no 14
CHAPTER I Where’er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untravell’d still shall turn to thee. GOLDSMITH The carriages were at the gates at an early hour; the bustle of the domestics, passing to and fro in the galleries, awakened Emily from harassing slumbers: her unquiet mind had, during the night, presented her […]
Chapter no 13
CHAPTER XIII As when a shepherd of the Hebrid-Isles, Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles, Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phœbus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving […]
Chapter no 12
CHAPTER XII Some pow’r impart the spear and shield, At which the wizard passions fly, By which the giant follies die! COLLINS Madame Cheron’s house stood at a little distance from the city of Thoulouse, and was surrounded by extensive gardens, in which Emily, who had risen early, amused herself with wandering before breakfast. From […]
Chapter no 11
CHAPTER XI I leave that flowery path for eye Of childhood, where I sported many a day, Warbling and sauntering carelessly along; Where every face was innocent and gay, Each vale romantic, tuneful every tongue— Sweet, wild, and artless, all. THE MINSTREL At an early hour, the carriage, which was to take Emily and Madame […]
Chapter no 10
CHAPTER X Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer’s cloud, Without our special wonder? MACBETH On the next morning, Emily ordered a fire to be lighted in the stove of the chamber, where St. Aubert used to sleep; and, as soon as she had breakfasted, went thither to burn the papers. Having […]
Chapter no 9
CHAPTER IX Can Music’s voice, can Beauty’s eye, Can Painting’s glowing hand supply A charm so suited to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind? As drops this little weeping rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill; While, through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her […]
Chapter no 8
CHAPTER VIII O’er him, whose doom thy virtues grieve, Aerial forms shall sit at eve, and bend the pensive head. COLLINS The monk, who had before appeared, returned in the evening to offer consolation to Emily, and brought a kind message from the lady abbess, inviting her to the convent. Emily, though she did not […]