Clarissa; or, The history of a young lady, Volume 7

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Gebruikersrecensie  - Cecrow - LibraryThing

My worst intellectual flaw is my poor memory. I have been reading all my life and can still tell you what I've read and haven't, but few details from any of it remain permanently lodged (thus the ... Volledige review lezen

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Volume 9 Summary: Love how Richardson wraps up this overly long story of his by recapping the various characters and their just rewards and providing the reader with a more fulsome explanation of a ... Volledige review lezen

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Pagina 139 - 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 57 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Pagina 88 - If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: If I say, "I am perfect," it shall also prove me perverse.
Pagina 175 - Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, 0 ye, my friends! for the hand of God hath touched me.
Pagina 146 - When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint; Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions : So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than my life.
Pagina 140 - Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted. "The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.
Pagina 203 - For my days are consumed away like smoke, and my bones are burnt up as it were a firebrand. 4 My heart is smitten down, and withered like grass ; so that I forget to eat my bread.
Pagina 203 - Because of thine indignation and thy wrath : for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.
Pagina 175 - Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness, and the shadow of death, A land of darkness, as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as darkness.
Pagina 118 - Let. 22.) must be the Style of those who write in the height of a present distress; the mind tortured by the pangs of uncertainty (the Events then hidden in the womb of Fate); than the dry, narrative, unanimated Style of a person relating difficulties and dangers surmounted, can be; the relater perfectly at ease; and if himself unmoved by his own Story, not likely greatly to affect the Reader.

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