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 páginas |
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... Heaven that you would pay them ! But , did I not fay I would not take advantage ? I will not . I will even remind you of your chil- dren ; to whom I , alas , could only fhew at pre- fent the affection of a father . M. weigh us in the ...
... Heaven that you would pay them ! But , did I not fay I would not take advantage ? I will not . I will even remind you of your chil- dren ; to whom I , alas , could only fhew at pre- fent the affection of a father . M. weigh us in the ...
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... of allegiance , which I had taken to gratitude , at a time when , Heaven knows , I had never heard of love , fhould be void , and I fhould be at full liberty to devote myself , body B 3 and and foul , to - But call on me to [ 5 ]
... of allegiance , which I had taken to gratitude , at a time when , Heaven knows , I had never heard of love , fhould be void , and I fhould be at full liberty to devote myself , body B 3 and and foul , to - But call on me to [ 5 ]
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... Heaven Trim will be able to get this to you to - night ! -Not I only , but my whole future life , fhall thank you for the dear fheet of paper I have just received . Bleffings , bleffings -But I could write and exclaim , and offer up ...
... Heaven Trim will be able to get this to you to - night ! -Not I only , but my whole future life , fhall thank you for the dear fheet of paper I have just received . Bleffings , bleffings -But I could write and exclaim , and offer up ...
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... Heaven knows if Lord S. indeed love you , if indeed it be aught befide the natural preference which age gives to youth - Heaven knows how much I pity him . Yet , as I have either faid or written before , it is only the pity I fhould ...
... Heaven knows if Lord S. indeed love you , if indeed it be aught befide the natural preference which age gives to youth - Heaven knows how much I pity him . Yet , as I have either faid or written before , it is only the pity I fhould ...
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... , adorn my fair ; Nay all the figns in heaven should prove But tokens of my wondrous love . All , did I fay ? Yes , all , fave one- Her yielding waist should want a Zone . LET LETTER V. To the Same . Huntingdon , 8 Dec. [ 10 ]
... , adorn my fair ; Nay all the figns in heaven should prove But tokens of my wondrous love . All , did I fay ? Yes , all , fave one- Her yielding waist should want a Zone . LET LETTER V. To the Same . Huntingdon , 8 Dec. [ 10 ]
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Love and Madness: A Story Too True : in a Series of Letters Between Parties ... Sir Herbert Croft Visualização integral - 1780 |
Love and Madness: A Story Too True : in a Series of Letters Between Parties ... Sir Herbert Croft Visualização integral - 1780 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Ælla affured againſt almoſt anſwer aſk becauſe befide Briſtol Catcott Chatterton circumftance Coffee-houſe crime dear death deferve defire diſcovered exiſtence eyes fafe faid fake fame feems fend fent fervant ferve fhall fhould fifter fince firft firſt fituation fome fomething fometimes fong foon foul fpirits ftill fubject fuch fuffer fure genius happineſs happy heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Huntingdon impoffible Ireland Jephtha John the Painter juft juſt laft laſt laudanum leaſt lefs letter live Lord miferable Mifs moft morning moſt mother mufic muft muſt myſelf never night obferve paffage paffions perfon pleaſure poffible poor prefent publiſhed reaſon refuſe Rowley Rowley's poems ſay ſcene ſee ſend ſhall ſhe ſome ſpeak ſtill ſtory ſuch tell terton thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe Thomas Chatterton thoſe thou thought to-morrow Tyburn uſe whofe word write wrote yeſterday your's
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 28 - Logan, not even sparing my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature.