The correspondence of Theodosius and Constantia, from their first acquaintance to the departure of Theodosius, by the editor [really author] of the Letters that passed between Theodosius and Constantia, after she had taken the veil

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T. Becket and P. A. De Hondt, 1766 - 152 pages
 

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Page xxii - Upon his death-bed he fent his benediction in a very moving manner to Conftantia ; who at that time was herfelf fo far gone in the fame fatal diftemper, that fhe lay delirious.
Page xxiii - They were lovely in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Page iv - And keen discernment's soul prevading ray. To catch the manners from the various face, To paint the nice diversities of mind, The living lines of character to trace, She gave thee powers, and the task assign'd. Seize, seize the pen...
Page xxii - Theodofius was juft gone before her, and that he had fent her his benediction in his laft moments. Conftantia received it with pleafure : And now, fays me, if I do not afk any thing improper, let me be buried by Theodofius.
Page xix - The rules of our refpective orders, fays he, will not permit that I fhould fee you, but you may aflure yourfelf not only of having a place in my prayers, but of receiving fuch frequent inflruttions as I can convey to you by letters. Go on chearfully in the glorious courfe you have undertaken, and you will quickly find fuch a peace and fatisfaction irt your mind, which it is not in the power of the world to give.
Page ix - CONSTANTIA was a woman of extraordinary wit and beauty, but very unhappy in a father, who having arrived at great riches by his own industry, took delight in nothing but his money. Theodosius...
Page 89 - How charming is divine Philofophy ! Not harfh, and crabbed as dull fools fuppofe, But mufical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feaft of nectar'd fweets, Where no crude furfet raigns.
Page 97 - T one boon have I to crave ; Stranger if thy pity bleed, Wilt thou do one tender deed, And ftrew my pale flowers o'er their grave ? So lightly lie the turf on thee...
Page 97 - tis no tale for thee, Unlefs thou lov'ft Simplicity. VII. HE died — and foon her lip was cold, And foon her rofy cheek was pale ; The village wept to hear the tale, When for both the flow bell toll'd Beneath yon flowery turf they lie, The lovers of Simplicity.
Page xi - Silence, which her Father commended in her, as the moft decent manner of a Virgin's giving her Confent to an Overture of that kind. The Noife of this intended Marriage foon reached...

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