The recess; or, A tale of other times, by the author of The chapter of accidents, Volum 21792 |
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The recess: or, a tale of other times. By the author of The chapter ..., Volum 2 Sophia Lee Visualització completa - 1785 |
The Recess; Or, a Tale of Other Times. By the Author of the Chapter of ... Sophia Lee Visualització completa - 1786 |
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Pàgina 23 - ... for her daughter? Perhaps even at the moment she laid that beauteous head, so many hearts were born to worship, on the block, every agony of death was doubled, by the knowledge her daughter brought her there. — Why did I not perish in the Recess by lightning? Why did not the ocean entomb me? Why, why, oh God, was I permitted to survive my innocence?
Pàgina 161 - Severed at once from every tie both of nature and of choice, dead while yet breathing, the deep melancholy which had seized upon my brain soon tinctured my whole mass of blood — my intellects strangely blackened and confused, frequently realized scenes and objects that never existed, annihilating many which daily passed before my eyes.
Pàgina 24 - God ! was I permitted to furvive my innocence ? In the wildernefs of my affliction, I curfed the hour, the fatal hour, when I ventured beyond the bounds ptefcribed me.
Pàgina 24 - And what a comparifon f— carting off the veil of her mortality, to darken over the future- days of Elizabeth, the radiant track of her afcenfion concentered, while it dimmed the eyes of thofe...
Pàgina 89 - My fate, said I to myself, is fully, is finally accomplished. A sad inheritor of my mother's misfortunes, methinks they are all only retraced in me — led like her a guiltless captive through a vindictive mob, the object of vulgar insult and opprobrium — like her enclosed unjustly in a prison, even in the bloom of life a broken constitution is anticipating the infirmities of age.
Pàgina 147 - Breaking from those trembling hands which every moment more enfeebled, he ordered his servants to bear me into the grated room at the end of the eastern cloister. You cannot but remember the dismal place. Half sunk in ruin, overhung with ivy and trees of growth almost immemorial, it appeared the very cell of Melancholy.
Pàgina 22 - How multiplied, how complicate, how various, how new, were then my feelings! feelings which ever return with the remembrance! feelings which opened a vein in my character as well as my heart — all sense of gentleness vanished
Pàgina 19 - I impatiently expected the return of the exprels fent to Rouen, hoping it would open new profpefts, and difperfe the heavy cloud between him and felicity. But O ! how delufive is human perfpicacity ! — infolently vain of our bounded knowledge, we boaft of tracing every thought and action of individuals feas divide from us, even at the very moment we misjudge all with whom we are immediately furroonded.