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The Tragical history of George Barnwell (1810-1825)

Barnwell, conjure you to listen to me. The thirst for knowledge is occasioned by an unquenchable spark, and must be gratified, or will consume. Imagine not that I approve of that morbid sensibility, so often mistaken by its possessors for heaven born genius, but the active principle, which neither ease nor gain can satisfy; which soars in the regions of sublime inquiry; and that creative fancy, gazing with eagle-eye, even on the source of light. Let him who feels the heavenly gust obey its sacred voice; for I have contended with its power, know that genius is not to be subdued.
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The Tragical history of George Barnwell (1810-1825)

Eliza dropt her intention of visiting the Abbey alone; but unburthened her mind to her beloved brother.
"There is (said George) a singular concidence in your dream with the music you heard; we will take a ramble to the Abbey this evening and should there be in the old Aisle a tomb resembling that in your dream, I think we should relate the whole circumstance to Sir James. Murder (added the youth) is a crime beyond all other offensive to God; and if, in our drys, he display a miracle, I can conceive nothing more likely to occasion his interference than the detection of so foul a crime."
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The Tragical history of George Barnwell (1810-1825)

Eliza, with a palpitating heart, accompanied her brother to the Abbey. They were at the entrance of the Aisle; Eliza trembled.———"Stay, (said George,) it is dark, and we are far from the house; I have little dread of ghosts, but it is not impossible that this retreat may be the rendezvous of beings less merciful, and more powerful than mere spectres.———Do you wait a moment behind this old column, and listen attentively: I will go on, should there be any danger, you will hear my cries; then run as fast as possible to the house and procure assistance."
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