Date: 1765 [1764]
"I have often suspected Isabella's indifference to my son: a thousand circumstances crowd on my mind that confirm that suspicion."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1765 [1764]
"The friar, who knew nothing of the youth but what he had learnt occasionally from the princess, ignorant of what became of him, and not sufficiently reflecting on the impetuosity of Manfred's temper, conceived that it might not be amiss to sow the seeds of jealousy in his mind."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1765 [1764]
"This bitter taunt galled the soul of Manfred."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1765 [1764]
"No, Isabella, said the princess, I should not deserve this incomparable parent, if the inmost recesses of my soul harboured a thought without her permission."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1765 [1764]
"Jerome was heartily grieved to discover his son's inclination for that Princess; and leaving him to his rest; promised in the morning to acquaint him with important reasons for conquering his passion."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1765 [1764]
"Theodore had almost declared for her rival, made her determine to conquer her passion, and cede the beloved object to her friend."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1765 [1764]
"There is not a sentiment engraven on my heart, that does not venerate you and yours."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1765 [1764]
"No, Bianca; his heart was ever a stranger to me--but he is my father, and I must not complain."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)