The letters of Charlotte during her connexion with Werter [by sir W.J. James].

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Seite 50 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Seite 34 - We, Hermia, like two artificial Gods, Created with our needles both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion...
Seite 146 - I am covered with the drops of heaven ? The time of my fading is near, the blaft that fhall fcatter my leaves. Tomorrow fhall the traveller come ; he that faw me in my beauty fhall come. His eyes will fearch the field, but they will not find me.
Seite 57 - Or any cares but his thy breaft enthrall, Thou never yet his power haft known ; Love fits on a defpotic throne, And reigns a tyrant, if he reigns at all. Now if thou art fo loft a thing, Here all thy tender forrows bring, And prove whofe patience longeft can endure; We'll ftrive whofe fancy fhall be loft In dreams of fondeft paffion moft, For if thou thus haft lov'd, oh!
Seite 55 - I'll teach thee what it is to love, And by what marks true paffion may be found. It is to be all bath'd in tears, To live upon a fmile for years, To lie whole ages at a beauty's feet; To kneel, to languifh and implore, And ftill tho' fhe difdain, adore ; It is to do all this and think thy fufferings fweet.
Seite 133 - Ere the rifing fun Shone o'er the deep, or 'mid the vault of night The moon her filver lamp fufpended : ere The vales with fprings were water'd, or with groves Of oak or pine the ancient hills were crown'd...
Seite 78 - Not harfii, and crabbed, as dull fools fuppofe, But mufical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feaft of neftar'd fweets, Where no crude furfeit reigns.
Seite 76 - Cicero notices the astonishing power of music ; and Plato supposes that the effect of harmony on the mind, is equal to that of air on the body.
Seite 133 - Then the Great Spirit, whom his works adore, Within his own deep essence view'd the forms, The forms eternal of created things: The radiant sun; the moon's nocturnal lamp...

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