Be cautious not to utter a syllable! Step not out of the circle, and as you love yourself, dare not to look upon my face!
Guilt, did I say? In what consists ours, unless in the opinion of an ill-judging world?
Sometimes I felt the bloated Toad, hideous and pampered with the poisonous vapours of the dungeon, dragging his loathsome length along my bosom: Sometimes the quick cold Lizard rouzed me leaving his s...
Great Heaven! How frail thy creature Man is made! How by himself insensibly betrayed! In
Artless yourself, you suspect not others of deceit; and viewing the world through the medium of your own truth and innocence, you fancy all who surround you to deserve your confidence and esteem. What
Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the Earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless; thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which Thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mocke...
I shall be taken for a walking Omelet, or some large Onion running to seed!
No matter; Let me at least hear what She has to say. Do, my dear Aunt! Oblige me, I beseech you!
A serious dignity reigned upon her countenance, but was tempered by a grace and sweetness which rendered her truly enchanting. Lorenzo
Lost is the time which is not past in love.
She was about forty: In her youth She had been a Beauty; But her charms had been upon that large scale which can but ill sustain the shock of years: However She still possessed some remains of them.
Antonia’s heart was so filled with admiration for the Monk, that She eagerly seized the opportunity of speaking of him: Besides, as She now no longer considered Lorenzo as an absolute Stranger, She wa...
It is not the Woman’s beauty that fills me with such enthusiasm; It is the Painter’s skill that I admire, it is the Divinity that I adore! Are not the passions dead in my bosom? Have
The Gypsy’S Song* Come, cross my hand! My art surpasses All that did ever Mortal know; Come, Maidens, come! My magic glasses* Your future Husband’s form can show: For ’tis to me the power is given Unc...
Either I must die at present, or expire by the lingering torments of unsatisfied desire. Oh!
She had torn open her habit, and her bosom was half exposed. The weapon's point rested upon her left breast: And Oh! that was such a breast! The Moonbeams darting full upon it enabled the Monk to obse...
Folded in your arms, I shall sink to sleep; Your hand shall close my eyes for ever, and your lips receive my dying breath.
My death preserves a life valuable to the world, and more dear to me than my own. Yes, Father; I am poisoned; But know, that the poison once circulated in your veins.
Could I look like Thee with disgust upon Mankind, could bury myself for ever in some impenetrable solitude, and forget that the world holds Beings deserving to be loved! Oh God! What a blessing would...
This hoary head again thy yoke shall bear: Remembering that my fairest years By Thee were marked with sighs and tears, I think thy friendship false, and shun the guileful snare.
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