The history of Clarissa HarloweH. Sotheran, 1883 |
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answer assured attend August August 13 August 22 August 31 Belford to Robert believe beloved bequeath blessed brother called Colonel Morden comfort cousin Morden cursed dear creature dearest death desire divine lady doubt earnest endeavour executor eyes father favour fear fellow forgive gave give grief hand happy heart Hervey honour hope hour Jack John Belford lady's leave letter libertine live look Lord Lovelace to John Lovick Madam mercy mind Miss Clarissa Harlowe Miss Harlowe morning mother Mowbray never night Norton o'clock obliged occasion once penitence person pleased poor Belton pray present received relations Robert Lovelace sake September 16 servant shocking sister Smith solemn soon soul stept suffer tell thee things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought tion told Tourville uncle unhappy wish woman words wretch write young lady
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Сторінка 89 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Сторінка 84 - My heart is smitten, and withered like grass ; so that I forget to eat my bread. By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin. I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.
Сторінка 481 - Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me ; I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
Сторінка 37 - When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, Thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment : every man therefore is but vanity.
Сторінка 526 - King Lear is an admirable tragedy of the same kind, as Shakspeare wrote it ; but as it is reformed according to the chimerical notion of poetical justice, in my humble opinion it has lost half its beauty. At the same time I must allow, that there are very noble tragedies, which have been framed upon the other plan, and have ended happily ; as indeed most of the good tragedies, which have been...
Сторінка 402 - That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment? Though his excellency mount up to the heavens, and his head reach unto the clouds; Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?
Сторінка 531 - When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me, Until I went into the sanctuary of God ; then understood I their end.
Сторінка 531 - Verily I have cleansed my heart in vain, and washed my hands in innocency. For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
Сторінка 529 - To know the Poet from the Man of rhymes : 'Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each Passion that he feigns ; Enrage, compose, with more than magic Art, With Pity, and with Terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Сторінка 531 - For there are no bands in their death: but their strength is firm. They are not in trouble as other men ; neither are they plagued like other men.