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MihaElla
is on page 280 of 1782
His love and heavy sorrow left no room in him for vulgar misgivings. Compared with rending himself from Margaret, it seemed a small thing to go on foot to Italy in that rude age.
All nations meet in a convent. So, thanks to his good friends the monks,& his own thirst of knowledge, he could speak most of the languages needed on that long road. He said to himself, "I will soon be at Rome; the sooner the better now."
— Dec 27, 2021 11:06PM
All nations meet in a convent. So, thanks to his good friends the monks,& his own thirst of knowledge, he could speak most of the languages needed on that long road. He said to himself, "I will soon be at Rome; the sooner the better now."
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MihaElla
is on page 1750 of 1782
At last she recovered her breath,&bade him look at the picture.It was the portrait he had made of her when they were young together,& little thought to part so soon.He held it in his hands &looked at it,but could scarce see it.He had left it in fragments,but now it was whole
They cut it to pieces,Gerard;but see,Love mocked at their knives
I implore thee with my dying breath,let this picture hang ever in thine eye
— Jan 15, 2022 10:28AM
They cut it to pieces,Gerard;but see,Love mocked at their knives
I implore thee with my dying breath,let this picture hang ever in thine eye
MihaElla
is on page 1673 of 1782
On the road Denys found out this priest was a kind soul,so told him his trouble,& confessed his heart was pretty near broken. "The great use our stout hearts,& arms,& lives till we are worn out,& then fling us away like broken tools." He sighed deeply,& it cost Gerard a great struggle not to hug him then and there,and tell him. But he wanted to do it all like a story book.Who has not had this fancy once in his life?
— Jan 15, 2022 09:56AM
MihaElla
is on page 1331 of 1782
For ever? he cried aloud,with sudden ardour.Christians live for ever,&love for ever,but they never part for ever.They part,as part the earth & sun,to meet more brightly in a little while.You & I part here for life.And what is our life?One line in the great story of the Church,whose son &daughter we are;one handful in the sand of time,one drop in the ocean of 'For ever.'Adieu—for the little moment called 'a life!'
— Jan 10, 2022 12:05PM
MihaElla
is on page 1315 of 1782
What, are all these words really fast upon the paper? Is it verily certain they will not go as swiftly as they came? And you took me for a magician! 'Tis 'Augustine de civitate Dei.' My sons, you carry here the very wings of knowledge. Oh, never abuse this great craft! Print no ill books! They would fly abroad countless as locusts, and lay waste men's souls.
— Jan 10, 2022 11:38AM
MihaElla
is on page 1210 of 1782
[…] So sat the fabled sphynx: so sits a tigress.
Yet there crept a chill upon her now that the assassin was gone. And moody misgivings heaved within her, precursors of vain remorse. Gerard and Margaret were before their age.
This was your true mediaeval. Proud, amorous, vindictive, generous, foolish, cunning, impulsive, unprincipled: and ignorant as dirt.
Power is the curse of such a creature.
— Jan 09, 2022 09:26AM
Yet there crept a chill upon her now that the assassin was gone. And moody misgivings heaved within her, precursors of vain remorse. Gerard and Margaret were before their age.
This was your true mediaeval. Proud, amorous, vindictive, generous, foolish, cunning, impulsive, unprincipled: and ignorant as dirt.
Power is the curse of such a creature.
MihaElla
is on page 1185 of 1782
And so he dived in foul waters, seeking that sorry oyster-shell, Oblivion.
— Jan 09, 2022 08:45AM
MihaElla
is on page 1120 of 1782
Hear you that? said the friar. Show me the whip that can whip the vanity out of man's heart! The young monkey; how knoweth he that stranger is a sinner more than he?
Father, said Gerard, surely this is not to our Lord's mind. He was so pitiful
Our Lord? said the friar, crossing himself. What has He to do with this? This was a custom in Rome six hundred years before He was born…
— Jan 08, 2022 02:16AM
Father, said Gerard, surely this is not to our Lord's mind. He was so pitiful
Our Lord? said the friar, crossing himself. What has He to do with this? This was a custom in Rome six hundred years before He was born…
MihaElla
is on page 1110 of 1782
…the door opened,& a superb beauty entered the room,followed by two maids.It was the young princess of the house of Cesarini.She came in talking rather loudly & haughtily to her dependents,but at sight of Gerard lowered her voice to a very feminine tone,& said, Are you the writer, messer?
I am, Signora.
Tis well.
She then seated herself; Gerard and her maids remained standing.
What is your name, good youth?
— Jan 08, 2022 01:31AM
I am, Signora.
Tis well.
She then seated herself; Gerard and her maids remained standing.
What is your name, good youth?
MihaElla
is on page 1101 of 1782
“This place Rome? It is but the tomb of mighty Rome.”
He showed Gerard that twenty or thirty feet of the old triumphal arches were underground, and that the modern streets ran over ancient palaces, and over the tops of columns; […] "I tell thee this village they call Rome is but as one of those swallows' nests ye shall see built on the eaves of a decayed abbey."
— Jan 08, 2022 01:23AM
He showed Gerard that twenty or thirty feet of the old triumphal arches were underground, and that the modern streets ran over ancient palaces, and over the tops of columns; […] "I tell thee this village they call Rome is but as one of those swallows' nests ye shall see built on the eaves of a decayed abbey."
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“After walking a good league, he came to a place where four ways met. Being country roads, and serpentine, they had puzzled many an inexperienced neighbour passing from village to village. Gerard took out a little dial Peter had given him, and set it in the autumn sun, and by this compass steered unhesitatingly for Rome inexperienced as a young swallow flying south; but unlike the swallow, wandering south alone.”
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