Works of Samuel Richardson: The history of Clarissa Harlowe

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H. Sotheran, 1883

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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 84 - For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground: he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead. Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me : my heart within me is desolate.
Pagina 525 - ... person in distress, they ought not to leave him till they have delivered him out of his troubles, or made him triumph over his enemies. This error they have been led into by a ridiculous doctrine in modern criticism, that they are obliged to an equal distribution of rewards and punishments, and an impartial execution of poetical justice.
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 63 - Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends ; for the hand of God hath touched me.
Pagina 42 - 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. I loathe it; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
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 211 - For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
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.

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