A series of genuine letters between Henry and Frances [by R. and E. Griffith].

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W. Johnston, 1767 - 298 pages
 

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Page 36 - Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
Page 163 - There is indeed something truly magnificent in this kind of amusement : it gives a nobler air to several parts of nature ; it fills the earth with a variety of beautiful scenes, and has something in it like creation.
Page 242 - Lord, to number my days, that I may apply my heart unto wifdom ; ever to remember my laft end, that I may not dare to fin againft thee.
Page 82 - That good-natured author remarks, that there is a certain general claim of kindnefs and benevolence which every fpecies of creatures has a right to from us.
Page 192 - ... passions, a man had better be in a fair than in a wood alone. They may, like petty thieves, cheat us perhaps, and pick our pockets in the midst of company, but like robbers, they use to strip and bind, or murder us when they catch us alone. This is but to retreat from men, and fall into the hands of devils.
Page 2 - Self-love to be. 7Each day think on me, and each day I shall For thee make Hours Canonical. By every Wind that comes this way, Send me at least a sigh or two, Such and so many I'll repay As shall themselves make winds to get to you.
Page 60 - O loft to virtue, loft to manly thought, Loft to the noble fallies of the foul ! Who think it folitude, to be alone. Communion fweet ! communion large, and high...
Page 21 - Whofe artful fweetnefs and harmonious ftrain, Courting my grace, yet courting it in vain, Call'd fighs, and tears, and wifhes, to its aid ; And, whilft it Henry's glowing flame convey'd, Still...
Page 130 - ... a country filled with many wild and empty waftes, which we would fain hurry over, that we may arrive at thofe feveral little fetdements, or imaginary points of reft which are difperfed up and down in it.
Page 86 - Tis then, thou art yon' angry main, D.eform'd by winds, and dafh'd by rain ; And the poor failor, that muft try Its fury, labours lefs than I.. Shipwreck'd, in vain to land I make, While Love and Fate ftill drive me back : Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way, I chide thee firft, and then obey. Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh, I with thee, or without thee, die.

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