YOUR letter is written with the impetuosity of an honest heart; it expresses great sincerity and tenderness.
I THANK you for all your good advice—it comes too late—O Worthy! she is dead—she is gone—never to return, never again to cheer my heart with her smiles and her amiable manners—her image is always before me—and can I forget her? No!—She is continually haunting my mind, impressing the imagination with ideas of excellence—but she is dead—all that delighted me is become torpid—is descended into the cold grave.
... With thee
Certain my resolution is to die;
How can I live without thee—How forego
Thy converse sweet, and love so dearly join’d,
To live again in these wild woods forlorn?
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... loss of thee
Will never from my heart—no! no!—I feel