A series of genuine letters between Henry and Frances [by R. and E. Griffith].W. Richardson and L. Urquhart, 1770 |
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... House , and retire to Lodgings . I fhall fet out , To - morrow , for Clonmel , to attend Mr. R's Suit , at the Affizes , and will thence proceed to Partarlington , to fee my * Wrote by Dr. Goldsmith . Child , Child , and your Mother ...
... House , and retire to Lodgings . I fhall fet out , To - morrow , for Clonmel , to attend Mr. R's Suit , at the Affizes , and will thence proceed to Partarlington , to fee my * Wrote by Dr. Goldsmith . Child , Child , and your Mother ...
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... House I go to . They have been but carelessly printed . Thus have I been , like the Story in Jacob Behmen's Vifion , con- templating our Works , for fome Time past ; —and , thank God , there is nothing to be met with in them , which ...
... House I go to . They have been but carelessly printed . Thus have I been , like the Story in Jacob Behmen's Vifion , con- templating our Works , for fome Time past ; —and , thank God , there is nothing to be met with in them , which ...
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... House I have lain fince I came to Town , fcolded me much . She faid I did not deserve to have a Child , and asked me what Pro- vifion or Sea - ftore I had fent with her ? That Circumftance , I confefs , never entered into my Head . But ...
... House I have lain fince I came to Town , fcolded me much . She faid I did not deserve to have a Child , and asked me what Pro- vifion or Sea - ftore I had fent with her ? That Circumftance , I confefs , never entered into my Head . But ...
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... House and all , that anfwers in every Par- ticular . It belonged to Sir Marmaduke Wyville ; it is about a Mile off , with a fine Prospect of the Sea . The Name of it too is Philo - which , if derived from the Greek , as no Doubt it is ...
... House and all , that anfwers in every Par- ticular . It belonged to Sir Marmaduke Wyville ; it is about a Mile off , with a fine Prospect of the Sea . The Name of it too is Philo - which , if derived from the Greek , as no Doubt it is ...
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... House , because that there fhe will be more herself , and the cannot be a better Thing , and live . Neither News , nor Anecdote , at this Place , to entertain you . I spend my Time , à la coutûme , intirely in my Study , except for the ...
... House , because that there fhe will be more herself , and the cannot be a better Thing , and live . Neither News , nor Anecdote , at this Place , to entertain you . I spend my Time , à la coutûme , intirely in my Study , except for the ...
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Adieu againſt alfo almoſt anſwer aſked becauſe Bleffing Cafe Chefter Circumftances Clonmel confefs dear Fanny dear Harry dearest Diftrefs Diſorder Dublin expreffed Expreffion fafe faid fame feel feem feen fend fent feveral fhall fhould fince firft firſt fome fond foon forry FRANCES to HENRY Friend ftill fuch fuffered fufficient fuppofe fure Gordian Knot Happineſs Health Heart HENRY to FRANCES himſelf Holyhead hope Horſe Houſe Huſband incloſed itſelf Journey juft juſt Kilfane kind laft laſt leaft leaſt LETTER LETTER Love Mifs moft Morning moſt muft muſt myſelf never Night Number obferve Occafion Pacquet Paffage paffed Paffion Perfon Philofophy pleaſed Pleaſure Poffeffion poffibly Poft poor Poſt prefent Purpoſe racter Reaſon received Reft render ſay Scarborough ſee ſeem ſeen Senfe ſhall ſhe ſome ſpeak Spirit ſtill ſuch thank thefe theſe Thing thofe thoſe Town uſed Wind wiſh write Yeſterday yourſelf
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Seite 212 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Seite 33 - Twas then, O Solitude, to thee His early vows were paid, From heart sincere, and warm, and free, Devoted to the shade. Ah why did Fate his steps decoy In stormy paths to roam, Remote from all congenial joy !— O take the Wanderer home.
Seite 32 - To you, ye wastes, whose artless charms Ne'er drew Ambition's eye, Scap'da tumultuous world's alarms, To your retreats I fly. Deep in your most sequester'd bower Let me at last recline, Where Solitude, mild, modest Power, Leans on her ivy'd shrine.
Seite 34 - Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale sails away To more profound repose. " O, while to thee the woodland pours Its wildly warbling song, And balmy from the bank of flowers The Zephyr breathes along; Let no rude sound invade from far, No vagrant foot be nigh, No ray from Grandenr's gilded car Flash on the startled eye.
Seite 33 - Fair! Thy heavenly smile how win ! Thy smile, that smooths the brow of Care, And stills the storm within. O wilt thou to thy favourite grove Thine ardent votary bring, And bless his hours, and bid them move Serene, on silent wing.
Seite 32 - Ye cliffs, in hoary grandeur pil'd High o'er the glimmering dale ; Ye woods, along whose windings wild Murmurs the solemn gale : Where Melancholy strays forlorn, And Woe retires to weep, What time the wan Moon's yellow horn Gleams on the western deep : " To you, ye wastes, whose artless charms Ne'er drew ambition's eye, Scap'da tumultuous world's alarms, To your retreats...
Seite 15 - I find the Booksellers will give nothing worth taking for it. Mr. J has tried them. They say that they do not dispute the Merit of it, but that while the Public continue equally to buy a bad thing as a good one, they do not think an Author can reasonably expect that they will make a Difference in the Price.
Seite 100 - As the bright stars, and milky way, • Show'd by the night, are hid by day : So we in that accomplish'd mind, HehVd by the night, new graces find, Which by the splendor of her view, Dazzled before, we never knew.
Seite 33 - Ah ! why did fate his fteps decoy, In ftormy paths to roam, Remote from all congenial joy ! — O take thy wanderer home. Henceforth thy awful haunts be mine ! The long-abandon'd hill ; The hollow cliff, whofe waving pine O'er hangs the darkfome rill ; Whence the fcar'd owl on pinions grey.
Seite 191 - I suppose, as he did me, on the Second Day of our Acquaintance. But, in truth, there was nothing in the Affair worth making a Secret of — The World that knew of their Correspondence, knew the worst of it, which was merely a simple Folly. Any other Idea of the Matter would be more than the most abandoned Vice could render probable. To intrigue with a Vampire! To sink into the Arms of Death alive!