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Сторінка 12 - My all is thine; One common hazard shall attend us both, And both be fortunate or both be wretched: But let thy fearful, doubting heart be still, The saints and angels have thee in their charge, And all things shall be well.
Сторінка 46 - Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make atonement?
Сторінка 25 - So when the spring renews the flow'ry field, And warns the pregnant nightingale to build, She seeks the safest shelter of the wood, Where she may trust her little tuneful brood, Where no rude swains her shady cell may know, No serpents climb, nor blasting winds may blow; Fond of the chosen place, she views it o'er, Sits there and wanders through the grove no more.
Сторінка 47 - O cruel Hastings, leave me thus! Hear me, I beg thee— I conjure thee, hear me! While with an agonizing heart, I swear By all the pangs I feel, by all the sorrows, The terrors and despair thy loss shall give me, My hate was on my rival bent alone. Oh! had I once divin'd, false as thou art, A danger to thy life, I would have died, I would have met it for thee, and made bare...
Сторінка 47 - Beset my anxious heart : and yet, as if The burthen were too little, I have added The weight of all thy cares ; and, like the miser, Increase of wealth has made me but more wretched. " The morning light seems not to rise as usual, " It draws not to me, like my virgin days, " But brings new thoughts and other fears upon me;" I tremble, and my anxious heart is pain'd, Lest aught but good shou'd happen to my Guilford.
Сторінка 38 - On this your grievance: and though some there are, Nay, and those great ones too, who would enforce The rigour of our power to afflict you, And bear a heavy hand, yet fear not you, We've ta'en you to our favour; our protection Shall stand between, and shield you from mishap.