The works of Samuel Richardson, with a prefatory chapter of biogr. criticism by L. Stephen, Volume 8 |
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Common terms and phrases
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Popular passages
Page 89 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Page 481 - Let fortune empty her whole quiver on me ; I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
Page 84 - Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against me. For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mingled my drink with weeping. Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down. My days are like a shadow that declineth , and I am withered like grass.
Page 526 - King Lear is an admirable tragedy of the same kind as Shakespeare 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 Mourning Bride,...
Page 84 - For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
Page 531 - Verily I have cleansed my heart in vain, and washed my hands in innocency. For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
Page 42 - When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint; Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions: so that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
Page 529 - 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.
Page 525 - ... out of his troubles, or made him triumph over his enemies. This error they have been led into by a ridiculous doctrine in modern criticism, that they are obliged to an equal distribution of rewards and punishments, and an impartial execution of poetical justice.
Page 20 - Much more lively and affecting," says one of the principal characters, " must be the style of those who write in the height of a present distress, the mind tortured by the pangs of uncertainty, — the events then hidden in the womb of fate, — than the dry, narrative, unanimated style of a person relating difficulties and dangers surmounted, can be, — the relater perfectly at ease, and, if himself unmoved by his own story, not likely greatly to affect the reader.