81 Quotes by Matthew Gregory Lewis

That destruction o’er you hovers; Lustful Man and crafty Devil Will combine to work your evil; And from earth by sorrows driven, Soon your Soul must speed to heaven.

Eighteenth-century erotic writing tends to be materialist, figuring the body as mechanistic and seeking pleasure in physical rather than intellectual or spiritual passion. The.

Vice is ever most dangerous when lurking behind the Mask of Virtue.

A serious dignity reigned upon her countenance, but was tempered by a grace and sweetness which rendered her truly enchanting. Lorenzo.

Oh! When my heart first loved you, how little did it suspect you of making it feel such pangs! Agnes.

Her alarm was ungrounded. None sleep so profoundly, as those who are determined not to wake. The.

Away with friendship! ’tis a cold unfeeling word. My bosom burns with love, with unutterable love, and love must be its return.

His hatred of society, his profound melancholy, his rigid observation of the duties of his order, and his voluntary seclusion from the world at his age so unusual, attracted the notice of the whole fraternity. He.

You! whom Vanity’s light bark conveys On Fame’s mad voyage by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high! Who pants for glory finds but short repose, A breath revives him, and a breath o’er-throws.