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His sense of hearing was of a sensibility so incredibly painful that, although I spoke to him as low as possible, yet it seemed to him, he said, that his head was a bell, and that an enormous clapper of brass, set in motion by the least sound, struck against it from time to time with a deafening and horrid noise." Polidori again drew near the bed, and remained in a contemplative attitude.
Without, the tempest redoubled its fury. "What a storm!" said Polidori, throwing himself into a chair, and leaning his face on his hands. "What a night! what a night! Nothing could be more fatal for the situation of Jacques."
She never posed as a "literary person" reading her productions at four-o'clocks, and winning high praise from the unbonneted and the discerning society editor. She never even sought a publisher. Her first volume of verses was issued by her grandfather Polidori unknown to her printed by his own labor when she was seventeen and presented to her.
His grave is in the old country churchyard at Birchington. Two years afterward the mother passed out; in Eighteen Hundred Ninety, Eliza Polidori died, aged eighty-seven; and in Eighteen Hundred Ninety-three, her sister Charlotte joined her, aged eighty-four.
The notary did not finish. He uttered a sharp cry of pain, throwing himself backward on the bed. "What is the matter?" asked Polidori, with astonishment. "Put out that light; its glare is too vivid. I cannot support it; it blinds me!" "How?" said Polidori, more and more surprised. "There is but one lamp with a shade, and its light is very feeble." "I tell you that the light increases here.
He was the son of an Italian poet and critic of eminence, who, like so many of his countrymen of literary tastes during the early part of the century, had fallen into the Carbonaro movement, and who had to fly first to Malta and then to England. Here he married Miss Polidori, whose mother was an Englishwoman; and his four children the two exquisite poets below dealt with, Mr.
To-morrow you will have to interrogate this scoundrel Polidori; he has, he said, important communications to make to you, but to you alone." "The interview will be hateful to me," said Rudolph, sadly; "for I have never seen this man since the fatal day when " Rudolph could not finish; he concealed his face in his hands. "Why consent to what Polidori demands?
John Polidori, who has somehow passed with Byron's readers as a fool; yet he certainly could have been no fool in the ordinary sense of the word, as he had taken full degrees as a doctor at an earlier age perhaps than had ever been known before.
But he brought with him a relic of English extravagance, sotting out on his land travels in a huge coach, copied from that of Napoleon taken at Genappe, and being accompanied by Fletcher, Rushton, Berger, a Swiss, and Polidori, a physician of Italian descent, son of Alfieri's secretary, a man of some talent but indiscreet.
His despair and rage, so long restrained, burst forth with fury; breathless, his face convulsed, his eyes rolling in their sockets, he walked up and down in the cabinet like a wild beast confined by a chain. Polidori, presenting the greatest composure, observed the notary attentively.
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