 | Horace Walpole - 1791 - 110 страници
...fufpended foul, Till expectation wears the call of fear J j And fear half-ready to become devotion, Mumbles a kind of mental orifon, It knows not wherefore : — What a kind of being is circumftance ! I am a foldier, and were yonder battlements Garnim'd with combatants, and cannon-mounted, My daring... | |
 | 1820 - 240 страници
...antique towers And vacant courts chill the suspended soul! Till expectation wears the face of fear: And fear, half ready to become devotion, Mutters a kind of mental orison It knows not wherefore! What a kind of being Is circumstance! HORACE WALPOLE. HE approached,... | |
 | Ann Radcliffe - 1820 - 238 страници
...antique towers And vacant courts chill the suspended soul ! Till expectation wears the face of fear : And fear, half ready to become devotion, Mutters a kind of mental orison It knows not wherefore! What a kind of being Is circumstance! HORACE WALFOI.E. HE approached,... | |
 | James Roderick O'Flanagan - 1837 - 716 страници
...those awful caves and vacant halls Chill the suspended soul, till expectation Wears the face of fear, and fear half ready To become devotion, mutters a kind Of mental orison, it knows not wherefore : — but, as if indulging in the spirit of the scene, you cannot fail... | |
 | Horace Walpole - 2003 - 364 страници
...antique towers and vacant courts / Chill the suspended soul! Till expectation / Wears the face of fear: and fear, half ready / To become devotion, mutters a kind / Of mental orison, it knows not wherefore. / What a kind of being is circumstance!" (Mysterious Mother, Ii: 1-7).... | |
 | Richard Sicklemore - 2005 - 140 страници
...antique towers And vacant courts chill the suspended soul! Till Expectation wears the face of Fear; And Fear, half ready to become Devotion, Mutters a kind of mental orison, It knows not wherefore — What a kind of being Is Circumstance! HORACE WALPOLE. ON Edgar's... | |
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II. -how these antique towers And vacant courts chill the suspended soul! Till expectation wears the face of fear: And fear, half ready to become devotion, Mutters a kind of mental orison It knows not wherefore! 