The Sorrows of Werter: A German Story, Volume 2

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addition on the love story of surti and tejo

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Page 138 - 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.
Page 141 - 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.
Page 139 - When the storms of the mountain come ; when the north lifts the waves on high : I sit by the sounding shore, and look on the fatal rock.
Page 165 - I not, like a child, collected together all the little things which you have made facred by your touch? The profile, which was fo dear to me, I return to you, Charlotte ; and I pray you to have a regard for it. Thoufands of kifles have I imprinted on it, and a thoufand times have I addrefled myfelf to 'it as I went out and came in.
Page 141 - The time of my fading is near, the blaft that fhall fcatter my leaves. Tomorrow fhall the traveller come ; he that faw me in my beauty fhall come. His eyes will fearch the field, but they will not find me." So fhall they fearch in vain, for the voice of Cona, after it has failed in the field. The hunter fhall come forth in the morning, and the voice of my harp * Lutha, fauift ftream. fhall not be heard. " Where is the fon of carborne Fingal J...
Page 168 - ... fate of their unfortunate friend. Ah ! at that firft moment, how ftrongly was I attracted to you ! how unable ever fince to loofe myfelf from you !)— This knot of ribband is to be buried with me ; you gave it to me on my birth-day. — Be at peace ; let me entreat you, be at peace !— They are loaded — the clock ftrikes twelve — I go — Charlotte ! Charlotte! Farewell! Farewell!
Page 139 - P 4 arfife : arife : when the north lifts the wave on high ; I fit by the founding fhore, and look on the fatal rock. Often by the fetting moon, I fee the ghofts of my children. Half-viewlefs, they walk in mournful conference together.
Page 157 - Thefe words were a thunder-ftroke to Charlotte ; flie got up, and tottering, walked flowly to the wall, with a trembling hand took down the piftols, and by degrees wiped off the duft. She would have made ftill more delay, had not a look from Albert obliged her to leave off. She then delivered the fatal arms to the fervant...
Page 104 - I ran thither at past eleven a'cloek : it was a gloomy and awful sight 1 the moon was behind a cloud, but by means of a few scattered rays I could perceive the foaming waves rolling over the fields and meadows, and beating against the bushes; the whole valley was a stormy sea, tossed by furious winds. The moon then appeared again, and rested on a. dark cloud ; the splendour of her light increased the disorder of nature.
Page 150 - I punifh myfelf for it : I have enjoyed it.--- I have enjoyed the full delight of it.— I drew in a balm which has revived my foul From this moment you are mine.

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