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admirable answer attend August August 22 Belford to Robert beloved bequeath blessed brother called Colonel Morden comfort cousin Morden cursed dear creature dearest death desire divine lady doubt earnest endeavour executor eyes father favour fellow forgive gave gentleman give grief hand happy heart Hervey Hickman honour hope hour Jack John Belford knew libertine live look Lord Lovelace to John Lovick Madam marriage mind Miss Clarissa Harlowe Miss Harlowe morning mother Mowbray never Norton obliged occasion once penitence perhaps person pleased poetical justice poor Belton pray present relations Robert Lovelace sake Sally Martin September 14 servant sister Smith solemn soon soul spirit suffer tell thee things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought tion told Tourville uncle unhappy virtue wish woman words worthy wretch write young lady
Pagina 89 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Pagina 481 - Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me ; I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
Pagina 37 - When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, Thou makest his beauty to consume away, like as it were a moth fretting a garment : every man therefore is but vanity.
Pagina 526 - King Lear is an admirable tragedy of the same kind, as Shakspeare wrote it ; but as it is reformed according to the chimerical notion of poetical justice, in my humble opinion it has lost half its beauty. At the same time I must allow, that there are very noble tragedies, which have been framed upon the other plan, and have ended happily ; as indeed most of the good tragedies, which have been...
Pagina 402 - That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment? Though his excellency mount up to the heavens, and his head reach unto the clouds; Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?
Pagina 531 - When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me, Until I went into the sanctuary of God ; then understood I their end.
Pagina 531 - Verily I have cleansed my heart in vain, and washed my hands in innocency. For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
Pagina 529 - To know the Poet from the Man of rhymes : 'Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each Passion that he feigns ; Enrage, compose, with more than magic Art, With Pity, and with Terror, tear my heart; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or thro' the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.