The Sorrows of Werther: A German Story, Volume 2

H. Chamberlaine, N0.5, College-Green., 1785
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Pagina 74 - 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.
Pagina 21 - ... decorum, can never be a decided villain, or a very intolerable neighbour. But yet, fay what you will of rules, they alter the true features, and the natural expreffion.
Pagina 72 - 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.
Pagina 72 - It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief she expired; and left thee Armin alone.
Pagina 18 - ... the fun yet a little longer ; he too may be at peace ; he creates a world of his own, and is happy alfo...
Pagina 73 - ... thee, Armin, alone ! Gone is my ftrength in the war ; and fallen my pride among women ! " When the ftorms of the mountain come, when the north lifts the waves on high, I fit by the founding more, and look on the fatal rock. Often by the fetting moon I fee the ghofts of my children.
Pagina 19 - About a league from the town is a place called Walheim. It is very agreeably situated on the side of a hill : from one of the paths which...
Pagina 18 - ... paradise; with what patience the poor man bears his burden ; and that all wish equally to behold the sun yet a little longer ; he too may be at peace. He creates a world of his own...
Pagina 1 - ... and Penniman, Albany; and by Thomas Andrews, and Butler, Baltimore. October, 1798. Printing-office, No. 20, Union-street. 12į. pp. 284. Apparently reprint of: The Sorrows of Werter. London. 1779. Cf. 10; and, apparently, of: The Letters of Charlotte &c. London. 1786. Cf. 35. Letter I. May 4. I am glad that I went away. Could I leave you, my companion, my friend, that I might be more at ease? The heart of man is inexplicable. . . . If, O heaven, it is not presumption, let my last prayer be heard...
Pagina 65 - ... it fometimes happens,— if Charlotte does not at leaft allow me the melancholy confolation to bathe her hand with my tears, I am obliged to leave her, and run and wander about the country. I climb fteep rocks ; I break my way through copfes, amongft amongffc thorns and briars which tear me to pieces, and I feel a little relief.

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