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 pàgines |
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Pàgina v
... whofe hands her letter may fall . 34. Mr. H. to Mifs — , Ireland , 10 Sept. His late filence occafioned by illness - anec- dote of a letter in the 71st number of the Spectator . 35. The Same to the Same . Ireland , 15 Sept. Character of ...
... whofe hands her letter may fall . 34. Mr. H. to Mifs — , Ireland , 10 Sept. His late filence occafioned by illness - anec- dote of a letter in the 71st number of the Spectator . 35. The Same to the Same . Ireland , 15 Sept. Character of ...
Pàgina x
... whofe hand , Like the bafe Judean , threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe : of one , whose eyes , Albeit unused to the melting mood , Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum . OTHELLO , AND MADNESS , & c ...
... whofe hand , Like the bafe Judean , threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe : of one , whose eyes , Albeit unused to the melting mood , Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum . OTHELLO , AND MADNESS , & c ...
Pàgina 8
... whofe affections were unfortunately and un- naturally fixed upon his own daughter . 1 Were I your feducer , M. and not your lover , I fhould not write thus - nor should I have talked or acted or written as I have . Tell it not in Gath ...
... whofe affections were unfortunately and un- naturally fixed upon his own daughter . 1 Were I your feducer , M. and not your lover , I fhould not write thus - nor should I have talked or acted or written as I have . Tell it not in Gath ...
Pàgina 80
... whofe wife juft jogged your jealoufy ) fincerely loves him . That worthy man feldom throws away his attachment where it is not de- ferved . Nor do I know any thing in the gentle- man , whose character I have been sketching , which gives ...
... whofe wife juft jogged your jealoufy ) fincerely loves him . That worthy man feldom throws away his attachment where it is not de- ferved . Nor do I know any thing in the gentle- man , whose character I have been sketching , which gives ...
Pàgina 114
... whofe feelings all . muft pity and refpect , to renew his attempt .. Two ftrokes more finished the butchery . Were it poffible to tear off this last subject with- out deftroying half my letter , I really would . It . will make you ...
... whofe feelings all . muft pity and refpect , to renew his attempt .. Two ftrokes more finished the butchery . Were it poffible to tear off this last subject with- out deftroying half my letter , I really would . It . will make you ...
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Love and Madness: A Story Too True : in a Series of Letters Between Parties ... Sir Herbert Croft Visualització completa - 1780 |
Love and Madness: A Story Too True : in a Series of Letters Between Parties ... Sir Herbert Croft Visualització completa - 1780 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 28 - Logan, not even sparing my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature.