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He had long observed with disapprobation and contempt the superstition which governed Madrid's inhabitants. His good sense had pointed out to him the artifices of the monks, and the gross absurdity of their miracles, wonders, and suppositious relics. He blushed to see his countrymen, the dupes of deceptions, so ridiculous, and only wished for an opportunity to free them from their monkish fetters. That opportunity, so long desired in vain, ..
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Be cautious not to utter a syllable! Step not out of the circle, and as you love yourself, dare not to look upon my face!
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warning
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Sometimes I felt the bloated Toad, hideous and pampered with the poisonous vapours of the dungeon, dragging his loathsome length along my bosom: Sometimes the quick cold Lizard rouzed me leaving his slimy track upon my face, and entangling itself in the tresses of my wild and matted hair: Often have I at waking found my fingers ringed with the long worms which bred in the corrupted flesh of my Infant.
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death
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Lost is the time which is not past in love.
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She was about forty: In her youth She had been a Beauty; But her charms had been upon that large scale which can but ill sustain the shock of years: However She still possessed some remains of them.
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Ambrosio, learn to know me better. I love you for your virtues: Lose them, and with them you lose my affections. I look upon you as a Saint; Prove to me that you are no more than Man, and I quit you with disgust.
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You too shall know, what it is to love without hope!
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Tell me that you will conceal my story, that I shall remain your Friend and your Companion, or this poignard drinks my blood!
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it.
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Your boldness confounds me! Shall I conceal your crime, I whom you have deceived by your feigned confession? No, Daughter, no! I will render you a more essential service. I
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Vice is ever most dangerous when lurking behind the Mask of Virtue.
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With what delight did Ambrosio listen to the declaration of her artless gratitude! The natural grace of her manners, the unequalled sweetness of her voice, her modest vivacity, her unstudied elegance, her expressive countenance, and intelligent eyes united to inspire him with pleasure and admiration: While the solidity and correctness of her remarks received additional beauty from the unaffected simplicity of the language, in which they wer..
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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When I said I should die in your service with pleasure, I intended to live in it many long years; since, to tell you the truth, from a child I had always a particular dislike to dying, and I think that with every hour the prejudice grows stronger.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Vice is ever most dangerous when lurking behind the Mask of Virtue. He
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Weep, Daughter, weep, and moisten your bread with your tears: God knows that you have ample cause for sorrow!
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Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the Earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless; thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which Thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery hence!*
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You! whom Vanity's light bark conveys On Fame's mad voyage by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high! Who pants for glory finds but short repose, A breath revives him, and a breath o'er-throws.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Oh! When my heart first loved you, how little did it suspect you of making it feel such pangs! Agnes.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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An Author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an Animal whom everybody is privileged to attack; For though All are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them.
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This hoary head again thy yoke shall bear: Remembering that my fairest years By Thee were marked with sighs and tears, I think thy friendship false, and shun the guileful snare.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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They had felt the sharpest darts in misfortune's quiver; Those which remained appeared blunt in comparison.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Great Heaven! How frail thy creature Man is made! How by himself insensibly betrayed! In
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Even at this moment I lament his loss, though 'tis to him that I owe all the miseries of my existence.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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You have charms, Segnora, which might captivate the most insensible; No heart unoccupied could resist them. Happy is it for me that mine is no longer in my possession; or I should have to reproach myself for ever with having violated the Laws of Hospitality.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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By sad experience I know what sorrows She must endure, who marries into a family unwilling to receive her.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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A serious dignity reigned upon her countenance, but was tempered by a grace and sweetness which rendered her truly enchanting. Lorenzo
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Could I look like Thee with disgust upon Mankind, could bury myself for ever in some impenetrable solitude, and forget that the world holds Beings deserving to be loved! Oh God! What a blessing would Misanthropy be to me!
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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I concealed those features from your sight, which you loved unconsciously. I
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Away with friendship! 'tis a cold unfeeling word. My bosom burns with love, with unutterable love, and love must be its return.
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The Gypsy'S Song* Come, cross my hand! My art surpasses All that did ever Mortal know; Come, Maidens, come! My magic glasses* Your future Husband's form can show: For 'tis to me the power is given Unclosed the book of Fate to see; To read the fixed resolves of heaven, And dive into futurity. I guide the pale Moon's silver waggon; The winds in magic bonds I hold; I charm to sleep the crimson Dragon, Who loves to watch o'er buried gold: Fence..
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No matter; Let me at least hear what She has to say. Do, my dear Aunt! Oblige me, I beseech you!
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Antonia's heart was so filled with admiration for the Monk, that She eagerly seized the opportunity of speaking of him: Besides, as She now no longer considered Lorenzo as an absolute Stranger, She was less embarrassed by her excessive timidity. 'Oh! He far exceeds all my expectations,' answered
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You are the destroyer of my Soul; You are my Murderer, and on you fall the curse of my death and my unborn Infant's! Insolent in your yet-unshaken virtue, you disdained the prayers of a Penitent; But
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That destruction o'er you hovers; Lustful Man and crafty Devil Will combine to work your evil; And from earth by sorrows driven, Soon your Soul must speed to heaven.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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While in each other's arms entranced They lay, They blessed the night, and curst the coming day. Lee.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Artless yourself, you suspect not others of deceit; and viewing the world through the medium of your own truth and innocence, you fancy all who surround you to deserve your confidence and esteem. What
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Folded in your arms, I shall sink to sleep; Your hand shall close my eyes for ever, and your lips receive my dying breath.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Guilt, did I say? In what consists ours, unless in the opinion of an ill-judging world?
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He shuddered at the void which her absence would leave in his bosom. He
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Hadst Thou but tasted once the thousandth part Of joys, which bless the loved and loving heart, Your words repentant and your sighs would prove, Lost is the time which is not past in love. The
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My death preserves a life valuable to the world, and more dear to me than my own. Yes, Father; I am poisoned; But know, that the poison once circulated in your veins.
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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Either I must die at present, or expire by the lingering torments of unsatisfied desire. Oh!
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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I shall be taken for a walking Omelet, or some large Onion running to seed!
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Matthew Gregory Lewis |
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It is not the Woman's beauty that fills me with such enthusiasm; It is the Painter's skill that I admire, it is the Divinity that I adore! Are not the passions dead in my bosom? Have
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