 Hitherto I feared not love. My affections, cold as ice, formed around my heart a crystal rampart. Tears were strangers to my eyes; my sleep was undisturbed; and I saw with astonishment in others, what I had never experienced in myself. Such have I been!...  St. Clair; Or, The Heiress of Desmond - Page 196by Lady Morgan (Sydney) - 1812Full view - About this book
 | Jacques-François-Paul-Aldonce de Sade - 1776 - 598 pages
...labyrinth ? " a labyrinth from which I /hall never " efcape." " IN another fonnet; " Hitherto I fear" ed not love. My affections, cold as " ice, formed around my heart a chryftal* " rampart. Tears were ftrangers to my " eyes: my fleep was undifturbed : and " I faw with... | |
 | Jacques-François-Paul-Aldonce de Sade, Mrs. Dobson (Susannah) - Poets, Italian - 1797 - 438 pages
...for me to avoid this labyrinth ? a labyrinth from which I fhall never efcape.' In another fonnet ; ' Hitherto I feared not love. My affections, cold as ice, formed around my heart a cryftal rampart. Tears were ftrangers to my eyes ; my fleep was undifturbed ; and I faw with aftonifhment... | |
 | Jacques-François-Paul-Aldonce de Sade, Mrs. Dobson (Susannah) - Poets, Italian - 1807 - 326 pages
...for me to avoid this labyrinth ? a labyrinth from which I shall never escape." In another sonnet ; " Hitherto I feared not love. My affections, cold as...undisturbed ; and I saw with astonishment in others, xvhat I had never experienced in myself. Such have I been ! Alas ! what am I now ?" " Nature formed... | |
 | Jacques-François-Paul-Aldonce de Sade - Poets, Italian - 1809 - 392 pages
...for me to avoid this labyrinth? a labyrinth from which I shall never escape.' In another sonnet; ' Hitherto I feared not love. My affections, cold as...had never experienced in myself. Such have I been! Alas! what am I now?' ' Nature formed you,' says Petrarch, ' the most striking model of her own power.... | |
 | English fiction - 1879 - 612 pages
...stranger to love ; but its brightest flame was now lighted up in my soul.' In another sonnet he says, ' Hitherto I feared not love. My affections, cold as...had never experienced in myself. Such have I been. Alas, what am I now?' As a burst of genuine feeling, as a sample of taking himself to task, this reads... | |
 | Albert Dresden Vandam - 1878 - 390 pages
...stranger to love ; but its brightest flame was now lighted up in my soul." In another sonnet he says, " Hitherto I feared not love. My affections, cold as...had never experienced in myself. Such have I been. Alas ! what am I now?" As a burst of genuine feeling, as a sample of taking himself to task, this reads... | |
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