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A Series of Genuine Letters Between Henry and Frances
Richard Griffith,Elizabeth Griffith
Vista completa - 1770
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!