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affliction Alas Albert angel Apartment arms awful BASTIAN bear better bleſſings bliſs brain breaſt cauſe CHARLOTTE Charlotte's death Enter Enter WERTER Exit fair fall farewell fatal fate fear feel feet footh forget foul friendſhip gentle grief guilt hand happy haſt hear heart heaven hence himſelf hold honour hope hour known laſt Laura leave LEUTHROP live look Lord loſt mean meet merit mind moſt muſt myſelf never night once pain pangs paſſion peace perhaps pity pleaſures praiſe protect reaſon remain ſcene SEBASTIAN ſecret ſee ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſorrows ſoul ſpeak ſtill ſtorm ſuch ſudden ſupport Talk tell thee theſe thine thou Thou art thought torture truth turn Twas various virtue weep WERTE Werter wiſhes woes worthy Wou'd wounds wretch yielded youth
Page 43 - 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 44 - 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, the blast that shall scatter my leaves. To-morrow shall the traveller come ; he that saw me in my beauty shall come. His eyes will search the field, but they will not find me.
Page 44 - Why doft thou awake me, O gale? It .feems to fay, I am covered with the drops of heaven. The time of my fading is near, and the blaft that fhall fcatter my leaves. To-morrow fhall the traveller come ; he that faw me in my beauty fhall come; his eyes will fearch the field but they will not find me.
Page 15 - Tis Charlotte only that has made thee thus — She is the origin of all thy woes ! Wer. Perish the thought ! — I am myself the cause ; Thou art the lovely soother of my cares ; My guardian angel ! sent by pitying fieav'n To compensate my every other ill ; — And yet there is another that should claim My warmest gratitude.
Page 44 - Sea, to refcue his Daura or die. Sudden a Blaft from the Hill comes over the Waves. He funk, and he rofe no more. Alone, on the fea-beat Rock, my Daughter was heard to complain. Frequent and loud were her Cries ; nor could her Father relieve her. All Night I flood on the Shore.
Page 28 - Plunge deep in sorrow; millions of fathoms deep; And gorge upon despair ! 'twill satisfy The hungry soul, and leave it nothing wanting ! Seb. Oh Heaven ! the thought of leaving all his soul holds dear Has, for a while, depriv'd him of his senses: We must delude him hence. Wer. Look, look, and read ; 'Tis fate's dire volume ! and on the bloody page, Self-murder's doom'd damnation...