The Sorrows of Werther: A German Story, Volume 1

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Page 129 - ... either of mind or body ; and I think it is as abfurd to fay that a man who deftroys himfelf is a coward, as to call a man a coward who dies of a malignant fever.
Page 24 - ... the cupboard where mamma keeps the sweetmeats, and when they get any, eat them directly, and cry for more ; these are certainly happy beings. Many also are to be envied, who dignify their paltry employments...
Page 100 - I fent the little boy .who waits upon me, that I might at leaft fee fomebody that had been near her. With what impatience I waited for his return, and with what pleafnre I faw him ! I fhould certainly have taken him in my arms if I had not been afhamed.
Page 160 - Yes," continues fhe, with a firm but touching voice, " we fhall ftill exift i but, Werter, (hall we find one another out? Shall we know one another again ? What prefages have you ? What is your opinion ?"
Page 159 - I got up and flood before her, walked backwards and forwards, fat down again ;— it was a ftare of violent emotions. Charlotte made us obferve a fine effect of moon-light at the end of the wood, which appeared the more ftriking and brilliant from the darknefs which furrounded the fpot where •we were. We remained for fome time filent...
Page 139 - I contemplated from the top of high rocks, the broad river which, far as eye can reach, waters this fertile plain. Every thing put forth and grew, and was expanded. Around me all was in motion.
Page 96 - ... his prince. LETTER XX. July 1 6. OW my heart beats, and my blood boils in my veins, when by accident I touch her finger !— when my feet meet...
Page 163 - you do not forget, I know you do not, the evenings when we three, during the absence of my father, used to sit at our little round table, after the children were gone to bed. You often had a book in your hand, but you seldom read any of it — and who would not have preferred the conversation of that delightful woman to every thing in the world? She was beautiful, mild, chearful, and always active. God knows how often I have knelt before him, and prayed that I might be like her.
Page vi - ... within his knowledge. It went through several editions in German, and soon made its way into France. About two years since the English translator met with it; and being struck with the uncommon genius and originality of the thoughts, and the energy with which they are expressed, translated some of the letters from the French; and led on by the beauty of the work, which...
Page 142 - Weak mortal! all things appear little to you, for you are little yourself. Craggy mountains, deserts untrodden by the foot of man, even the unknown confines of the immense ocean, are animated by the breath of the Eternal, and every atom to which he has given existence and life, finds favour in his sight (p.

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