The Sorrows of Werter: A German StoryJ. Dodsley, 1789 - 74 страница |
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Страница 69 - Half-viewlefs, they walk in mournful Conference together. Will none of you fpeak in Pity ? They do not regard their Father.
Страница 30 - How fmall of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can caufe or cure! Still to ourfelves, in every place confign'd, Our own felicity we make or find ; With fecret courfe, which no loud ftorms annoy, Glides the fmooth current of domeftic joy : The lifted axe, the agonizing wheel, Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of fteel, To men remote from pow'r but rarely known, Leave reafon, faith, and confcience, all our own.
Страница 69 - All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind; the rain beat hard on the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks.
Страница 69 - ... her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud .was the wind; and the rain beat hard on the fide of the mountain. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening-breeze among the grafs of the rocks.
Страница 69 - The flower hangs its heavy head, waving, at times, to the gale. Why dost thou awake me, O gale, it seems to say, I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. Tomorrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?
Страница 45 - ... table, after the children were gone to bed. You often had a book in your hand, but you seldom read any of it — and who would not have preferred the conversation of that delightful woman to every thing in the world? She was beautiful, mild, chearful, and always active. God knows how often I have knelt before him, and prayed that I might be like her.
Страница 38 - I had determined to change the fcene by palling fome days on the neighbouring mountains, from whence I now write to you. As I was walking up and down his apartment, I perceived his piftols, and requefted he would lend them me for my journey. ' You are very welcome to
Страница 67 - I awoke in the morning, refreftied by the wholefome halm of lleep, ftill was that refolution deeply engraven on my heart — " I will die !" It is not defpair; it is a certainty that I have compleated my career, and that I mull fncririce myfelf to thy tranquillity.
Страница 29 - I took my leave, with a promife to fee her again in the courfe of the day : and I kept my word with religious fcrupulofity.
Страница 57 - I purfue the phantom till it leads me to the brink of a precipice, from which I Hart hack with horror!