Vindication: A Novel

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Little, Brown,, 1924 - 393 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 285 - The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Pàgina 285 - I shall despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself.
Pàgina 285 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Pàgina 337 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Pàgina 361 - Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!
Pàgina 92 - Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north ; And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still; All night from tower to tower they sprang; they sprang from hill to hill: Till the proud peak unfurled the,, flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales, Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's...
Pàgina 5 - ... The mouthful of bread ? thought I ; By no means ! Brief, they made a monk of me ; I did renounce the world, its pride and greed, Palace, farm, villa, shop and banking-house, Trash, such as these poor devils of Medici Have given their hearts to — all at eight years old.
Pàgina 285 - Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am! Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason: why? Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
Pàgina 236 - If well formed and rightly taken, 'tis the best of all human societies; we cannot live without it, and yet we do nothing but decry it. It happens, as with cages, the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out. Socrates, being asked, whether it was more commodious to take a wife, or not; "Let a man take which course he will," said he, "he will be sure to repent.
Pàgina 5 - I was a baby when my mother died And father died and left me in the street. I starved there, God knows how, a year or two On fig-skins, melon-parings, rinds and shucks, Refuse and rubbish. One fine frosty day, My stomach being empty as your hat, The wind doubled me up and down I went.

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