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Página 4 - Looking tranquillity ! it strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Página 19 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Página 29 - I'll swear you are a nuisance to the neighbourhood. — What a bustle did you keep against the last invisible eclipse, laying in provision, as...
Página 83 - Here take your young mistress, and lock her up presently, till farther orders from me. — Not a word, hussy. Do what I bid you; no reply; away! And bid Robin make ready to give an account of his plate and linen, d'ye hear : begone when I bid you. Mrs. Fore. What is the matter, husband? Fore. Tis not convenient to tell you now.
Página 32 - What, I warrant my son thought nothing belonged to a father but forgiveness and affection ; no authority, no correction, no arbitrary power; nothing to be done, but for him to offend, and me to pardon. I warrant you, if he danced till doomsday, he thought I was to pay the piper.
Página 11 - If your younger brother should come from sea, he'd never look upon you again. You're undone, sir, you're ruined, you won't have a friend left in the world if you turn poet.
Página 52 - O my son ! from the blind dotage Of a father's fondness these ills arose; For thee I've been ambitious, base, and bloody: For thee I've...
Página 84 - I'm sure it is as I tell you. Scand. 'Sdeath ! it is a jest. I can't believe it. Ben. Look you, friend ; it is nothing to me, whether you believe it or no. What I say is true, d'ye see; they are married, or just going to be married, I know not which.
Página 52 - I'll speak sooner than you should believe that; and I'll speak truth, though one should always tell a lie to a man ; and I don't care, let my father do what he will ; I'm too big to be...