The Love-letters of Mr. H. & Miss R.: 1775-1779Stone & Kimball, 1895 - 221 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Admiralty Ælla angel April Auld Robin Gray believe Booth Bourdeaux Bristol called CANNON COFFEE HOUSE Catcott certainly Chatterton crime Croft dear dearest death distress eyes father favourite feelings forgive Galli genius gentleman give Gosport Hackman hand happy heart heaven Hinchinbrook honour hope HUNTINGDON IRELAND Jamie Jephtha John Fielding John the Painter lady last night laudanum letter live Lord Sandwich Love and Madness lover mankind March 17 marry Martha mentioned mind misery Miss Reay morning mother murder never Newgate o'clock obliged Omiah paper passions perhaps person pistol poor Pray present pretend recollect Robin Gray Rowley Rowley's poems sake scene Sir Herbert Croft sister soul story suffer sure tears tell thing Thomas Chatterton thou thought to-day to-morrow Tyburn unhappy wife wish woman words wretched write written wrote yesterday
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 210 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Seite 51 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Seite 64 - SONG. WHEN thy beauty appears, In its graces and airs, All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky ; At distance I gaze, and am aw'd by my fears, So strangely you dazzle my eye ! But when without art, Your kind thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blushes through every vein; When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart, Then I know you're a woman again. There's a passion and pride In our sex...
Seite 50 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Seite 208 - Dainties he heeded not, nor gaude, nor toy, Save one short pipe of rudest minstrelsy : Silent when glad ; affectionate, though shy ; And now his look was most demurely sad ; And now he laugh'd aloud, yet none knew why. The neighbours stared and sigh'd, yet bless'd the lad ; Some deem'd him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.
Seite 35 - He hadna been awa' a week but only twa, When my father brak his arm, and the cow was stown awa; My mother she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea — And auld Robin Gray came a'courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win: Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!
Seite 51 - I had even thought to live with you, but for the injuries of one man. Colonel Cresap...
Seite 208 - Chatterton, to his knowledge, never slept while they lay together; that he never came to bed till very late, sometimes three or four o'clock, and was always awake when he (the nephew) waked, and got up at the same time, about five or six ; that almost every morning the floor was covered with pieces of paper not so big as sixpences, into which he had torn what he had been writing before he came to bed.
Seite 237 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die: to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Seite 130 - Ye officers lead on.» Then Florence raved as any mad, And did her tresses tear; « Oh stay, my husband, lord, and life ! » Sir Charles then dropp'da tear.