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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... heart , from top to bottom . Senfe - why , I am out of my fenfes , and have been thefe fix weeks . Were it poffible my scrawls to you could ever be read by any one but you , I should be D called called a madman . I certainly am either ...
... heart , from top to bottom . Senfe - why , I am out of my fenfes , and have been thefe fix weeks . Were it poffible my scrawls to you could ever be read by any one but you , I should be D called called a madman . I certainly am either ...
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... heart ) -give me , I fay , tragedy , affecting tragedy , in the world , as well as in the theatre.I would maffacre all mankind fooner than lofe you . This is mere madness ; And thus , awhile , the fit will work on him ; Anon , as ...
... heart ) -give me , I fay , tragedy , affecting tragedy , in the world , as well as in the theatre.I would maffacre all mankind fooner than lofe you . This is mere madness ; And thus , awhile , the fit will work on him ; Anon , as ...
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... heart was fit to break . ” Was not this exactly the inftance we wanted ? Something more has occurred to me on the fame fubject . Rather than not write to you , or than write to you as defcriptively as recollection fometimes tempts me ...
... heart was fit to break . ” Was not this exactly the inftance we wanted ? Something more has occurred to me on the fame fubject . Rather than not write to you , or than write to you as defcriptively as recollection fometimes tempts me ...
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... heart : As on one stem two opening flowers refpire , So grew their life ( entwin'd ) on one defire . Are you not charmed ? Perhaps you never faw the poem . I have it here and will bring it you as a cu- riofity : the melancholy tale will ...
... heart : As on one stem two opening flowers refpire , So grew their life ( entwin'd ) on one defire . Are you not charmed ? Perhaps you never faw the poem . I have it here and will bring it you as a cu- riofity : the melancholy tale will ...
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... heart ( or rather , M. your's ) Is tender , fond , and true . Corporal Trim fets off to - day for our head quarters . My plan is laid fo , that no difcovery can take place . Gods , that two fuch fouls , as your's and mine , to arts and ...
... heart ( or rather , M. your's ) Is tender , fond , and true . Corporal Trim fets off to - day for our head quarters . My plan is laid fo , that no difcovery can take place . Gods , that two fuch fouls , as your's and mine , to arts and ...
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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.