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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... for the prize he received yesterday -- no fuch word as fatiety . 8. The Same to the Same Huntingdon , 24 Dec. 15 Gratitude for the blifs . A 2 14 9 . Mifs Letter Page 9. Mifs to Mr. H. Hinchinbrook , Christmas Hashmar.
... for the prize he received yesterday -- no fuch word as fatiety . 8. The Same to the Same Huntingdon , 24 Dec. 15 Gratitude for the blifs . A 2 14 9 . Mifs Letter Page 9. Mifs to Mr. H. Hinchinbrook , Christmas Hashmar.
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... yesterday . The fellow feemed happy to have been the bearer of it , because he faw it made me happy . He will be as good a foldier to Cupid as to Mars , I dare fay . And Mars and Cupid are not now to be- gin their acquaintance , you ...
... yesterday . The fellow feemed happy to have been the bearer of it , because he faw it made me happy . He will be as good a foldier to Cupid as to Mars , I dare fay . And Mars and Cupid are not now to be- gin their acquaintance , you ...
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... or forget my appointment with you to- morrow . We certainly were not seen yesterday , for reafons I will give you . Though you should perfift in never being mine , Ever , ever Your's . LET- LETTER II . To the Same . Huntingdon , Dec. [ 2 ]
... or forget my appointment with you to- morrow . We certainly were not seen yesterday , for reafons I will give you . Though you should perfift in never being mine , Ever , ever Your's . LET- LETTER II . To the Same . Huntingdon , Dec. [ 2 ]
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... yesterday . If to make me happy be to make my M. otherwife ; then , happiness , I'll none of thee . And yet I could argue . Suppofe he has bred you up - Suppose you do owe your numerous accomplishments , under genius , to him -- are you ...
... yesterday . If to make me happy be to make my M. otherwife ; then , happiness , I'll none of thee . And yet I could argue . Suppofe he has bred you up - Suppose you do owe your numerous accomplishments , under genius , to him -- are you ...
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... you by furprize . Sleep upon it , before you return your anfwer . Trim fhall make the old excufe to- morrow . And , thank Heaven ! to - night you sleep alone . Why Why did you fing that sweet song yesterday , though [ 4 ]
... you by furprize . Sleep upon it , before you return your anfwer . Trim fhall make the old excufe to- morrow . And , thank Heaven ! to - night you sleep alone . Why Why did you fing that sweet song yesterday , though [ 4 ]
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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.