Love and madness, a story too true, in a series of letters between parties, whose names would perhaps be mentioned, were they less known, or less lamentedG. Kearsley, 1780 - 296 Seiten |
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... because she enjoined him not ; and the purity of his affection will not fuf- fer him - reminds her of a key fhe promised him to the Admiralty , but declares Lord S's roof fhall never more be infulted with their joys - a fong . Page 39 ...
... because she enjoined him not ; and the purity of his affection will not fuf- fer him - reminds her of a key fhe promised him to the Admiralty , but declares Lord S's roof fhall never more be infulted with their joys - a fong . Page 39 ...
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... because he faw it made me happy . He will be as good a foldier to Cupid as to Mars , I dare fay . And Mars and Cupid are not now to be- gin their acquaintance , you know . Whichever he ferve , you may command him of courfe , without a ...
... because he faw it made me happy . He will be as good a foldier to Cupid as to Mars , I dare fay . And Mars and Cupid are not now to be- gin their acquaintance , you know . Whichever he ferve , you may command him of courfe , without a ...
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... because the villains have driven them half way down , where ( fee , fee ! ) many have stopped themselves from falling further by catching hold of some straggling virtue or ano- ther which decks the steep - down rock . Oh , do not force ...
... because the villains have driven them half way down , where ( fee , fee ! ) many have stopped themselves from falling further by catching hold of some straggling virtue or ano- ther which decks the steep - down rock . Oh , do not force ...
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... because it is fo defcriptive of our fituation - how much more fo fince your cruelly kind propofal of yesterday ! I wept , like an infant , over it this morning . AULD AULD ROBIN GRAY . The fheep were in the fold [ 12 ]
... because it is fo defcriptive of our fituation - how much more fo fince your cruelly kind propofal of yesterday ! I wept , like an infant , over it this morning . AULD AULD ROBIN GRAY . The fheep were in the fold [ 12 ]
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... because I wrote them . By Hea- ven , I believe your mind as chafte as the fnow which , while I write , is driving against my window . You know not what I think of you . One time perhaps you may . The lines I repeated to you this morning ...
... because I wrote them . By Hea- ven , I believe your mind as chafte as the fnow which , while I write , is driving against my window . You know not what I think of you . One time perhaps you may . The lines I repeated to you this morning ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 218 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Seite x - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Seite 71 - They highly extol the man's learning and probity, and will not be persuaded that the university will make any difficulty of conferring such a favour upon a stranger, if he is recommended by the Dean.
Seite 17 - Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe, Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear, Or from the soft-eyed virgin steal a tear...
Seite 29 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance : for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. . But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Seite 71 - I hope you will burn this, and pardon me for giving you so much trouble about an impracticable thing; but if you think there is a probability of obtaining the favour asked...
Seite 85 - ... their appetites in a short time, and commonly in about two years expire, from a total contraction of all the joints of the body. In this horrid...
Seite 226 - My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Red his face as the morning light; Cold he lies in the grave below. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree.
Seite 26 - I'll rant as well as thou. Queen. This is mere madness : And thus a while the fit will work on him ; Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclosed. His silence will sit drooping.
Seite 28 - Logan, not even sparing my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature.