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A Series of Genuine Letters Between Henry and Frances [i.e. Between Richard ...
Richard Griffith,Elizabeth Griffith
Affichage du livre entier - 1757
Account Adieu Affection againſt anſwer appear Author bear becauſe believe beſt Book charming conſider Converſe Dear FANNY deareſt Death deſire divine doubt Epiſtle eternal expect extremely fame Fear feel firſt fome Frances Friend give Happineſs happy Harry Health Heart Henry himſelf hope Hours human Idea juſt Kind laſt leaſt leave LETTER Light live look Love Manner Matter mean mention Merit Mind moral moſt muſt myſelf Nature never Object obliged obſerved Occaſion Opinion Pain particular perfect perhaps Perſon Philoſophy Place pleaſed Pleaſure Pliny Poft Power preſent proper Providence Reaſon received Reflection Regard Religion render ſaid ſame ſay ſee ſeems Senſe Sentiments ſhall ſhe ſhort ſhould Situation ſome Soul ſpeak Spirits Subject ſuch ſure thee theſe Thing thoſe thou Thoughts Town Turn Uſe Vice Virtue Want whole wiſh World write your's
Page 100 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 101 - I am, not wholly fo, Since quick'ned by thy breath ; Oh lead me wherefo'er I go, Thro' this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot: All elfe beneath the fun, Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd or not, And let thy will be done. To thee, whofe temple is all fpace, Whofe altar, earth, fea, fkies ! One chorus let all being raife ! All nature's incenfe rife I THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL, ODE.
Page 99 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heav'n pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives Let me not cast away ; For God is paid when man receives, T
Page 213 - Close-twisted with the fibres of the heart ! Which, broken, break them ; and drain off the soul Of human joy ; and make it pain to live — And is it then to live ? When such friends part, 'Tis the survivor dies — My heart ! no more.
Page 101 - Thro' this day's Life or Death. This day, be Bread and Peace my Lot : All elfe beneath the Sun, Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd or not, And let Thy Will be done. To thee, whofe Temple is all Space, Whofe Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies ! One Chorus let all Being raife ! All Nature's Incenfe rife ! MORAL ESSAYS, IN FOUR EPISTLES TO Several Perfons.
Page 9 - 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 99 - Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou Great Firft Caufe, leaft underftood ; Who all my Senfe confin'd To know but this, that Thou art Good, And that myfelf am blind ; Yet gave me, in this dark Eftate, To fee the Good from Ill; And, binding Nature faft in Fate, Left free the Human Will...