The Novels of Samuel Richardson: The history of Sir Charles GrandisonCroscup & Sterling Company, 1901 |
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The Novels of Samuel Richardson: The history of Sir Charles Grandison Samuel Richardson Volledige weergave - 1901 |
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Pagina ii - I FIRST adventure, with fool-hardy might, To tread the steps of perilous despite. I first adventure, follow me who list, And be the second English satirist.
Pagina 158 - I would not suffer anybody to attend her but myself. I left her not, continued Miss Grandison, till eleven ; and the housekeeper, and my maid, sat up in her room all the rest of the night. I arose before my usual time to attend her. I slept not well myself. I did nothing but dream of robbers, rescues, and murders ; such an impression had the distresses of this young lady made on my mind. They made me a poor report, proceeded she, of the night she had passed. And, as I told you, she fainted away this...
Pagina 75 - And take all lives of things from you; The world depend upon your eye, And when you frown upon it, die: Only our loves shall still survive, New worlds and natures to outlive, And, like to heralds...
Pagina iv - All the letters are written while the hearts of the writers must be supposed to be wholly engaged in their subjects (the events at the time dubious): so that they abound not only with critical situations, but with what may be called instantaneous descriptions and reflections...
Pagina 42 - I judge from his solicitude to preserve all in exact order, when in company ; for he forgets not to pay his respects to himself at every glass ; yet does it with a seeming consciousness, as if he would hide a vanity too apparent to be concealed...
Pagina 76 - Quoth he, My faith, as adamantine, As chains of destiny, I'll maintain ; True as Apollo ever spoke, Or oracle from heart of oak ; And if you'll give my flame but vent, Now in close hugger-mugger pent, And shine upon me but benignly, With that one, and that other pigsney...
Pagina xix - I own that a good woman is my favourite character ; and that I can do twenty agreeable things for her, none of which would appear in a striking light in a man. Softness of heart, gentleness of manners, tears, beauty, will allow of pathetic scenes in the story of the one, which cannot have place in that of the other.
Pagina 15 - Good girl ! That was an assertion of mine, and I will abide by it. Lucy simpered when we came to this place, and looked at me. She expected, I saw, my notice upon it ; so did your aunt : but the confession was so frank, that I was generous ; and only said, True as the gospel.
Pagina xx - Well, but, after all, I shall want a few unpremeditated faults, were I to proceed, to sprinkle into this man's character, lest I should draw a faultless monster. ... I would not make him guilty of too great refinements : I would draw him as a mortal. He should have all the human passions to struggle with; and those he cannot conquer he shall endeavour to make subservient to the cause of virtue.
Pagina xv - ... I have just finished the sheets you favoured me with; but never found so strong a proof of your sly ill-nature, as to have hung me up upon tenters, till I see you again. Z — ds ! I have not patience, till I know what's become of her. — Why, you! I don't know what to call you ! — Ah! ah! you may laugh if you please: but how will you be able to look me in the face, if the lady should ever be able to show hers again? What piteous d — d, disgraceful, pickle have you plunged her in? For God's...