The history of Clarissa HarloweH. Sotheran, 1883 |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
admirable answer assured attend August August 22 August 31 Belford to Robert believe beloved bequeath blessed brother called Colonel Morden comfort cousin Morden cursed dear creature dearest death desire divine lady doubt earnest endeavour excuse executor eyes father favour fellow forgive give grief hand happy heart Hervey Hickman honour hope hour Jack John Belford knew lady's letter libertine live look Lord Lovelace to John Lovick Madam mind Miss Clarissa Harlowe Miss Harlowe morning mother Mowbray never night Norton obliged occasion once penitence perhaps person pleased poor Belton pray present received relations Robert Lovelace sake Sally Martin September 16 servant sister Smith solemn soon soul stept suffer tell thee things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought tion told Tourville uncle unhappy wish woman words worthy wretch write young lady
Populaire passages
Pagina 85 - 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 80 - My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin. I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.
Pagina 477 - 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 38 - I have sinned ; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
Pagina 527 - 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 522 - 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 33 - Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me ; for I am desolate and afflicted.
Pagina 59 - Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends ; for the hand of God hath touched me.
Pagina 527 - 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 525 - 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.