The Sorrows of Werter: a German Story. ...

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Page 135 - 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 132 - 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 133 - 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 132 - I faw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud .was the wind; and the rain beat hard on the fide of the mountain. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening-breeze among the grafs of the rocks. Spent with grief fhe expired.
Page 89 - You are unfortunate. fortunate, and I envy your lot : Full of hopes you go to gather flowers for your princefs — in winter ! — and are grieved not to find any, and don't know why they cannot be found. — But as for me, I wander without hope, without defign, and I return as I came. To your difordered fancy it appears that if the States General paid you, you fhould be a man of confequence; and happy it is for you that you can attribute your fufferings to any foreign power. You do not know, you...
Page 133 - Half-vicwlefs, they walk in mournful conference together. Will none of you fpeak in pity ? They do not regard their father.
Page 87 - It is about fix months," flie anfwered, " fince he has been calm as he is now, and I thank Heaven for it •, ' he was one whole year quite raving, and chained down in a mad-houfe ; now he does no harm to any body, but he talks of nothing but kings and emperors. He was a very good young man, and helped to maintain me ; he wrote a very fine hand : and all of a fudden he became melancholy, was feized with a burning fever, grew diftrafted, and is now as you fee. If I was to tell you, Sir" -— I interrupted...
Page 144 - She loves me ! thefe arms have encircled her waift, thefe lips have trembled upon hers ; fhe is mine — Yes, Charlotte ! you are mine for ever ! Albert is your hufband; but what of that ? it is for this life only.— And in this life only it is a crime to love you, to...
Page 120 - I have patted a dreadful night— or rather let me call it a propitious one ; for it has determined me, it has fixed my purpofe ; I am refolved to die. When I tore myfelf from you yefterday, my fenfes were in the greateft tumult and diforder ; my heart was oppreffed...
Page 70 - I am to this family — every thing — my friends cfteem me, are made happy by me, and my heart cannot conceive that any thing could exift without them ; and yet if I was now to go, if I was to quit this circle, would they feel, how long would they feel that void in their life, which the...

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