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The History of Clarissa Harlowe: In a Series of Letters, Volume 3
Volledige weergave - 1811
The History of Clarissa Harlowe, in a Series of Letters, Volume 7
Volledige weergave - 1792
The History of Clarissa Harlowe: In a Series of Letters, Volume 7
Volledige weergave - 1811
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Pagina 420 - 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 238 - 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 101 - Sir - turning her head to the Colonel - comfort my cousin see! the blame - able kindness - he would not wish me to be happy - so soon! Here she stopt for two or three minutes, earnestly looking upon him. Then resuming, My dearest Cousin, said she, be comforted - what is dying but the common lot? - The mortal frame may seem to labour - but that is all! - It is not so hard to die as I believed it to be! - The preparation is the difficulty - I bless God, I have had time for that - the rest is worse...
Pagina 412 - For this reason, the ancient writers of tragedy treated men in their plays as they are dealt with in the world, by making virtue sometimes happy and sometimes miserable, as they found it in the fable which they made choice of, or as it might affect their audience in the most agreeable manner.
Pagina 103 - God protect you, dear, dear sir — and once more receive my best and most grateful thanks — and tell my dear Miss Howe — and vouchsafe to see, and to tell my worthy Norton — she will be one day, I fear not, though now lowly in her fortunes, a saint in heaven — tell them both, that I remember them with thankful blessings in my last moments ! And pray God to give them happiness here for many, many years, for the sake of their friends and lovers ; and an heavenly crown hereafter, and such assurances...
Pagina 102 - Almighty bless you both, said she, and make you both - in your last hour - for you must come to this happy as I am. She paused again, her breath growing shorter; and, after a few minutes - And now, my dearest Cousin, give me your hand - nearer - still nearer - drawing it towards her; and she pressed it with her dying lips - God...
Pagina 412 - We find that Good and Evil happen alike to all Men on this Side the Grave; and as the principal Design of Tragedy is to raise Commiseration and Terror in the Minds of the Audience, we shall defeat this great End, if we always make Virtue and Innocence happy and successful.
Pagina 413 - Othello, &c. 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 written since the starting of the above-mentioned criticism, have taken this turn ; as, the...
Pagina 417 - 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 through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.