The Works of Mrs. Elizabeth Rowe: Letters from the dead to the living. Letters moral & entertaining, pts. 1 & 2J. & A. Arch, 1796 |
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Common terms and phrases
Adieu Amasia angel's command angels anguish appear beauty blessing bliss bloom CASSANDER celestial charming choly Cleora daugh dear sister death delight disguise distress divine earth ELIZABETH ROWE enchanting eternal ev'ry eyes fair fancy fatal father fear flame folly force of mortal gave gentle give gloomy glorious glory grace grave grief guilt guiltless happiness heart Heaven heavenly height honour hopes human immortal infamy innocence LETTER libertine liberty light look Lord Lord GUILFORD DUDLEY lute Lycidas LYSANDER Madam marriage melan ments mind mortal Nature never noble passion peace piety pleasure Pow'r realms of Joy reason reproach retirement retreat sacred scenes secret sincere skies smile soft soon sorrow soul sparkling splendour surprised tears temper tender thee thing thou thought thousand tion told truth unhappy unknown offender vanity virtue ye ministers young your's youth
Popular passages
Page 127 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 83 - God hath showed me the path of life: in his presence is fulness of joy, and at his right hand, are pleasures for evermore.
Page 111 - Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints, who taught, and led the way to heaven. Ne'er to these chambers, where the mighty rest, Since their foundation, came a nobler guest; Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss convey'd A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade. In what new region, to the just assign'd, What new employments please th
Page 69 - I had a wrongapprehension of every thing in nature. I have pursued shadows, and entertained myself with dreams. I have been treasuring up dust, and sporting myself with the wind. I look back on...
Page 69 - No words can paint the force and vivacity of my apprehensions. Every doubt wears the face of horror, and would perfectly overwhelm me, but for some faint beams of hope, which dart across the tremendous gloom ! What tongue can utter the anguish of a soul suspended between the extremes of infinite joy and eternal misery ? I am throwing my last stake for eternity, and tremble and shudder for the important event: Good GOD ! how have I employed myself!
Page 69 - It is this which arms death with all its terrors ; else I could still mock at fear, and smile in the face of the gloomy monarch. It is not giving up my breath ; it is not being for ever insensible, is the thought at wjjich I shrink : it is the? terrible hereafter, the something beyond the grave at which I recoil.
Page 69 - But could the pale carcase speak, it would soon reply : — , False marble, where ? Nothing but poor and sordid dust lies here ! While some flattering panegyric is pronounced at my interment, I may perhaps be hearing my just condemnation at a superior tribunal ; where an unerring; verdict may sentence me to everlasting infamy. But I cast myself on his absolute mercy, through the infinite merits of the Redeemer of lost mankind. Adieu, till we meet in the world of spirits.
Page 69 - ... that shall raise me to the heights of happiness, or sink me to the depths of misery. While you read these lines, I shall be either groaning under the agonies of absolute despair, or triumphing in fullness of joy.
Page 76 - He speaks in all, and is in all things found, I hear him, I perceive him all around; In nature's lovely and unblemish'd face, With joy, his sacred lineaments I trace. O glorious Being! O supremely fair?