Liber Amoris, or, the New Pygmalion by William Hazlitt
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could worship you at this moment. Can I witness such perfection, and
bear to think I have lost you for ever? Oh! let me hope! You see you can mould me as you like. You can lead me by the hand, like a little child; and with you my way would be like a little child's:--you could strew flowers in my path, and pour new life and hope into me. I should then indeed hail the return of spring with joy, could I indulge the faintest hope--would you but let me try to please you! S. Nothing can alter my resolution, Sir. H. Will you go and leave me so? S. It is late, and my father will be getting impatient at my stopping so long. H. You know he has nothing to fear for you--it is poor I that am alone in danger. But I wanted to ask about buying you a flageolet. Could I see that which you have? If it is a pretty one, it would hardly be worth while; but if it isn't, I thought of bespeaking an ivory one for you. Can't you bring up your own to shew me? S. Not to-night, Sir. H. I wish you could. S. I cannot--but I will in the morning. H. Whatever you determine, I must submit to. Good night, and bless thee! |
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