“And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so. Alas! why gnaw you so your nether lip? Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope, They… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“Towards evening, they wound down precipices, black with forest of cypress, pine and cedar, into a glen so savage and secluded, that, if Solicitude… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“At some distance from the tribunal stood a large iron frame, which Vivaldi conjectured to be the rack, and near it another, resembling, in… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
I ought not to doubt the steadiness of your affection. Yet such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
How strange it is, that a fool or knave, with riches, should be treated with more respect by the world, than a good man,… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“She had passed the spring of youth, but her wit prolonged the triumph of its reign, and they mutually assisted the fame of each… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“My dear sir,’ said Emily, timidly, ‘what mean those tears?’—they speak, I fear, another language—they plead for me.” — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so. Alas! why gnaw you so your nether lip? Some… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“Why all this terror?' said he, in a tremulous voice. 'Hear me, Emily: I come not to alarm you; no, by Heaven! I love… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
I wish that all those, who on this night are not merry enough to speak before they think, may ever after be grave enough… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
Virtue and taste are nearly the same, for virtue is little more than active taste, and the most delicate affections of each combine in… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“She wanted to complain, not to be consoled; and it was by exclamations of complaint only, Emily learned the particular circumstances of her affliction” — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
