A series of genuine letters between Henry and Frances [by R. and E. Griffith].
After a long engagement, Elizabeth and Richard were married about 1752. These somewhat sentimental love letters, which passed between them during this period, had a great success on publication. A delightful account of the authors is to be found in Dr. Tompkins': This polite marriage.
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Page 138 - LIKE to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, Or silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flood, Or bubbles which on water stood : Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in and paid to-night.
Page 92 - Tranquility of Mind which I wanted for a long Time : But, Oh ! it grieves me to think of the length of Eternity ; the Lord fave me from eternal Damnation.
Page 89 - Emperor of Russia ! A title, Which, instead of adding to his glory, Became glorious by his wearing it.
Page 50 - From the dark regions of the' abyss below, With pestilence, the guardian of her throne, Breathing contagion from the realms of woe. In vain her citron groves Italia boasts, Or Po, the balsam of his weeping trees ; In vain Arabia's aromatic coasts Perfume the pinions of the passing breeze, No wholesome scents impregn the western...
Page 95 - The hoarfe, rough verfe fhould like the torrent roar : When Ajax ftrives fome rock's vaft weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move flow ; Not fo, when fwift Camilla fcours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and fkirns along the main.
Page 91 - tis a sinful remedy, and very uncertain to seek happiness, but I hope that God will forgive my poor soul ; Lord have mercy on it ! But all I beg is to let none reproach my friends with it, or suspect my virtue or my honour in the least, though I am no more.
Page 90 - Creatures with the names of Men, but with qualities rather brutal than rational. Yet even These He polished from their native Ruggedness : And breaking out, like a new Sun, to illuminate the Minds of a People, dispelled their Night of hereditary Darkness : Till, by Force of his invincible Influence...
Page 8 - Let me not live, quoth he, After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain ; whose judgments are Mere fathers of their garments ; whose constancies Expire before their fashions.