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Abfence Adieu affure againſt almoſt Amuſement anſwer becauſe beft Belvidere beſt Bleffing Blifs charming Chriftian Confequence confider Converfation Courſe Dear FANNY dear Harry dearest defire Diſappointment divine Effay Epiftle eternal Exercife Expreffion fafe faid fame fecond feems fenfible fhall fhew fhort fhould fince fincerely firft firſt fome fometimes fpeak FRANCES to HENRY Friendſhip ftill fuch fuffer fufficient fure give Happineſs happy Heart higheſt himſelf hope human Inftance itſelf juft Juftice juſt laft laft Letter laſt leaft leaſt lefs Love Mifery Mind moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Nature never Number obferve Occafion ourſelves Paffage Paffion pafs Pain Perfon perhaps Philofophy pleafed pleaſed Pleaſure Pliny Poft prefent Puniſhments Reaſon reft Regard render ſay Senfe Senſe Sentiments ſhall Soul ſpeak Spirits Subject ſuch Tenderneſs thee thefe themſelves theſe Thing thofe thoſe thou Thoughts Underſtanding uneafy Uſe Virtue Weakneſs wifh Wiſh worfe write your's yourſelf
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...