The Young Prima Donna: a Romance of the Opera, Volume 2Lea & Blanchard, 1840 |
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The Young Prima Donna: A Romance of the Opera;, Volume 1 Elizabeth Caroline Grey No preview available - 2019 |
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admiration affection agitation anxiety anxious appeared Arturo Baronet beautiful Belmont family Belmont House blessed bosom calm cantatrice CHAPTER charm child countenance dark dear death door dreadful endeavoured evinced excited exclaimed expression eyes Fairbourne favoured fear feelings felt Fitz Fitz-Ernest Gabrielli gaze girl hand happiness heard heart Heaven heroine honour hope idea imagine Italian kind knew Lady Belmont Lady Constance Lady Gertrude Leslie lips looked Lord manner marble whiteness Marchioness marriage Medea ment mind molate morning myste nature neral ness never once Opera pain pale passed passion peace poor portunity present racter Regent Street Rosalie Rosalie's scarcely scene seemed Sir Francis smile Somerville soon soothing sorrow soul speak spirit stood suffering sweet sweet child tain tears Templeton tender thing thought tion told truly turbed turned voice watched whilst wish words wretched young youth
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Page 129 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Page 3 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
Page 59 - Death is the crown of life. Were death denied, poor man would live in vain ; Were death denied, to live would not be life ; Were death denied, even fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure : we fall, we rise, we reign : Spring from our fetters ; fasten in the skies; Where blooming Eden withers in our sight : Death gives us more than was in Eden lost. This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Page 191 - ... lavished upon us, almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene; the bed of death, with all its stifled griefs, its noiseless attendance, its mute, watchful assiduities! the last testimonies of expiring love! the feeble, fluttering, thrilling, — oh! how thrilling! — pressure of the hand ! the last fond look of the glazing eye turning upon us, even from the threshold of existence!
Page 32 - Through the dark room where I was sadly lying, Or by the couch of pain, a sitter meek, Watch the dim eye, and kiss the feverish cheek. Oh! boy, of such as thou are oftenest made Earth's fragile idols; like a tender flower, No strength in all thy freshness, — prone to fade, — And bending weakly to the thunder-shower, — Still, round the loved, thy heart found force to bind, And clung, like woodbine shaken in the wind!
Page 192 - Ay, go to the grave of buried love, and meditate! There settle the account with thy conscience for every past benefit unrequited, every past endearment unregarded, of that departed being who can never — never — never return to be soothed by thy contrition!
Page 66 - Hear, Father ! hear and aid ! If I have loved too well, if I have shed, In my vain fondness, o'er a mortal head Gifts, on Thy shrine, my God, more fitly laid : " If I have sought to live But in one light, and made a mortal eye The lonely star of my idolatry, — Thou, that art Love ! oh, pity and forgive!
Page 64 - Thus, it is true, from the sad years of life We sometimes do short hours, yea minutes strike, Keen, blissful, bright, never to be forgotten ; Which, through the dreary gloom of time o'erpast, Shine like fair sunny spots on a wild waste.
Page 66 - Father ! draw to thee My lost affections back ! — the dreaming eyes Clear from their mist— sustain the heart that dies, Give the worn soul once more its pinions free...
Page 59 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.