Date: 1796
"The trial is dangerous; he is just at that period of life when the passions are most vigorous, unbridled, and despotic."
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Date: 1796
"No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, he feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of ennui and weariness."
preview | full record— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)
Date: 1796
"You know not the power of those irresistible, those fatal sentiments to which her heart was a prey."
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Date: 1796
"I should love you, I should doat on you! my bosom would become the prey of desires, which honour and my profession forbid me to gratify."
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Date: 1796
"The woman reigns in my bosom, and I am become a prey to the wildest of passions."
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Date: 1796
"Theodore perceived well enough that something preyed upon my mind; but as I concealed the cause of my grief even from him, respect would not permit him to pry into my secrets."
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Date: 1796
"Amidst the horror and disgust to which his soul was a prey, pity for his victim still held a place in it."
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Date: 1796
"Her passion continued to prey upon her heart in secret, and she had almost determined to confess her sentiments to her mother, when accident once more threw their object in her way."
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Date: 1796
"An ancient writer, Plutarch, I think it is, quotes some verses on the eloquence of Pericles, who is called "the only orator that left stings in the minds of his hearers." Like his, the eloquence of the declaration, not contradicting, but enforcing sentiments of the truest humanity, has left stin...
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Date: 1797
"Thus on the golden thread that Fancy weaves / Buoyant, as Hope's illusive flattery breathes, / The young and visionary Poet leaves / Life's dull realities, while sevenfold wreaths / Of rainbow light around his head revolve."
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