Englisches lesebuch, oder, Antleitung um auf die leichtfasslichste weise das Englische schreiben und sprechen zu lernen

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Page 73 - ... ought at all times to prepare, if not for a sudden and awful death, at least to awake some morning white-headed, and bowed down with all the marks of advanced years. I let her talk — I often joined in her conjectures. Her warnings chimed in with my neverceasing speculations concerning my state, and I took an earnest, though painful, interest in listening to all that her quick wit and excited imagination could say on the subject. Why dwell on these minute circumstances ? We lived on for many...
Page 63 - Wretch! you have destroyed the labour of my life!" The philosopher was totally unaware that I had drunk any portion of his drug. His idea was, and I gave a tacit assent to it, that I had raised the vessel from curiosity, and that, frighted at its brightness, and the flashes of intense light it gave forth, I had let it fall. I never undeceived him. The fire of the medicine was quenched - the fragrance died away - he grew calm, as a philosopher should under the heaviest trials, and dismissed me to...
Page 69 - ... diminished, I cherished her in my heart as the mistress I had idolized, the wife I had sought and won with such perfect love. At last our situation became intolerable : Bertha was fifty — I twenty years of age. I had, in very shame, in some measure adopted the habits of a more advanced age ; I no longer mingled in the dance among the young and gay, but my heart bounded along with them while I restrained my feet; and a sorry figure I cut among the Nestors of our village.
Page 51 - Grizel now became almost his constant companion in prison, and spoke to him words of comfort. Nearly fourteen days had passed since the robbery of the mail had been committed, and protracted hope in the bosom of the prisoner became more bitter than his first despair. But even that hope, bitter as it was, perished. The intercession of his father had been unsuccessful— and a second time the bigoted and would-be despotic monarch had signed the warrant for his death, and within little more than another...
Page 49 - Having called for a glass of wine, he took a crust of bread from his bundle, and after resting for a few minutes rose to depart. The shades of night were setting in, and it threatened to be a night of storms. The heavens were gathering black, the clouds rushing from the sea, sudden gusts of wind were moaning along the streets accompanied by heavy drops of rain, and the face of the Tweed was troubled. " Heaven help thee if thou intendest to travel far in such a night as this !" said the sentinel at...
Page 53 - When you have perused these," said he, taking two papers from his bosom, "cast them into the fire!" Sir John glanced on them, started, and became pale — they were his death-warrants'. " My deliverer," exclaimed he, " how shall I thank thee —how repay the saviour of my life ! My father — my children — thank him for me !" The old earl grasped the hand of the stranger; the children embraced his knees; and he burst into tears. "By what name," eagerly inquired Sir John, "shall I thank my deliverer?
Page 67 - As he spoke, a golden flash gleamed from the fluid; a well-remembered fragrance stole over the air; he raised himself, all weak as he was - strength seemed miraculously to re-enter his frame - he stretched forth his hand - a loud explosion startled me - a ray of fire shot up from the elixir, and the glass vessel which contained it was shivered to atoms! I turned my eyes towards the philosopher; he had fallen back - his eyes were glassy - his features rigid - he was dead! But I lived, and was to live...
Page 76 - ... self-slaughter, without making another man a Cain — an expedition, which mortal frame can never survive, even endued with the youth and strength that inhabits mine. Thus I shall put my immortality to the test, and rest for ever — or return, the wonder and benefactor of the human species. Before I go, a miserable vanity has caused me to pen these pages. I would not die, and leave no name behind. Three centuries have passed since I quaffed the fatal beverage : another year shall not elapse...
Page 51 - At the same moment his own pistol flashed, and his horse rearing more violently, he was driven from the saddle. In a moment the foot of the robber was upon his breast, who, bending over him, and brandishing a short dagger in his hand, said, ".Give me thine arms, or die !" The heart of the king's servant failed within him, and without venturing to reply, he did as he was commanded.
Page 162 - ... the simple plan — That they should take who have the power. And they should keep who can.

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