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And the Princess, preceding Theodore softly, carried him to her father's armoury, where, equipping him with a complete suit, he was conducted by Matilda to the postern-gate. "Avoid the town," said the Princess, "and all the western side of the castle. 'Tis there the search must be making by Manfred and the strangers; but hie thee to the opposite quarter.
The deep and dreadful caverns of remorse had long been explored but he was the first to visit the bottomless pit of satiety. The delineation of that Promethean fortitude which defied conscience, as he has shown it in Manfred, is his greatest achievement.
The "Confessions" remind us of "Manfred" and "Ecclesiastes" blended, exceedingly readable, and often unexceptionable, where virtue is commended and vice portrayed in its true light, but on the whole a book which no unsophisticated or inexperienced person can read without the consciousness of receiving a moral taint; a book in no respect leading to repose or lofty contemplation, or to submission to the evils of life, which it catalogues with amazing detail; a book not even conducive to innocent entertainment.
Bear me to him instantly: he is dearer to me even than my children." Matilda made signs to Isabella to prevent Hippolita's rising; and both those lovely young women were using their gentle violence to stop and calm the Princess, when a servant, on the part of Manfred, arrived and told Isabella that his Lord demanded to speak with her. "With me!" cried Isabella.
The Monday Bank Holiday had been prolonged, and so the Stores were only, so to speak, half open. But as Mrs. Otway stepped through into the shadowed shop, the owner of the Stores, Manfred Hegner by name, came forward to take her orders himself. Manfred Hegner was quite a considerable person in Witanbury.
Manfred and most of the company ran out into the court, from whence was heard a confused noise of shrieks, horror, and surprise. What a sight for a father's eyes! Manfred beheld his child dashed to pieces, and almost buried under an enormous helmet, an hundred times more large than any casque ever made for human being, and shaded with a proportionable quantity of black feathers.
Clara listened with pleased interest, and, when the short poem was concluded, said: "Thank you; it is beautiful. I have often seen extracts from it. Still, there is a description of Mont Blanc in 'Manfred' which I believe I like quite as well." "What? That witch fragment?" "Yes." "I don't understand 'Manfred. Here and there are passages in cipher.
Ah! there was my difficulty. I remembered suddenly that I had read "Cain," "Manfred," "The Cenci," as poems, without ever thinking of how the dialogue looked upon paper; besides, they were in blank verse. I hadn't a notion how prose dialogue would look upon paper. Shakespeare I had never opened; no instinctive want had urged me to read him. He had remained, therefore, unread, unlooked at.
I must attend my Lady Matilda; she will marvel what is become of me." "Stay," cried Manfred; "thou hast not satisfied my question. Hast thou ever carried any message, any letter?" "I! good gracious!" cried Bianca; "I carry a letter? I would not to be a Queen. I hope your Highness thinks, though I am poor, I am honest.
"It shall not, it shall not," cried Manfred. "Nay, but swear, your Highness." "By my halidame, if it should ever be known that I said it " "Why, truth is truth, I do not think my Lady Isabella ever much affectioned my young Lord your son; yet he was a sweet youth as one should see; I am sure, if I had been a Princess but bless me!
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