Love and Madness: A Story Too True. In a Series of Letters Between Parties, Whose Names Would Perhaps be Mentioned, Were They Less Known, Or Less Lamented ...
G. Kearsley, 1780 - 300 pages
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17 April 17 March Ælla auld Robin Gray believe bliss Bristol Catcott certainly charms Chatterton crime Dean Swift dear dearest death drop eyes fame father favourite feelings fend fome fometimes foon forget foul genius give God's fake gratitude hand happy heart Heaven Holwell honour hope Huntingdon Ireland Jamie Jephtha lady last night laudanum LETTER live Logan Lord Lord Dunmore marry mentioned mind Miss mistress mistress of Mars morning mother never obliged Omiah Othello passion perfon perhaps poetry poor Pray reafon recollect resuse Rowley Rowley's poems scene sirst speak story suffer sure surprize talk tears tell tender terton thank thee ther thing Thomas Chatterton thou thought to-day to-morrow to-night Tyburn unhappy wife woman Woodes Rogers word wretched write written wrote yesterday your's
Page 6 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Page 34 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Page 77 - They highly extol the man's learning and probity, and will not be persuaded that the university will make any difficulty of conferring such a favour upon a stranger, if he is recommended by the Dean.
Page 224 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 35 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance : for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. . But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Page 49 - WHEN thy beauty appears, In its graces and airs, All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky ; At distance I gaze, and am...
Page 142 - Much more, sir, is he to be abhorred, who, as he has advanced in age, has receded from virtue, and becomes more wicked with less temptation ; who prostitutes himself for money which he cannot enjoy, and spends the remains of his life in the ruin of his country.
Page 34 - Logan, not even sparing my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature.
Page 278 - God, when they are sold, and all other matters collected, there will be nearly enough to settle our account. May Almighty God bless you and yours with comfort and happiness; and may you ever be a stranger to the pangs I now feel! May Heaven protect my beloved woman, and forgive this act, which alone could relieve me from a world of misery I have long endured! Oh, if it should ever be in your power to do her an act of friendship, remember your faithful friend. J. HACKMAN.