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Tom Jones
This gentleman had in his youth married a very worthy and beautiful woman, of whom he had been extremely fond: by her he had three children, all of whom died in their infancy. He had likewise had the misfortune of burying this beloved wife herself, about five years before the time in which this history chuses to set out.

Amelia
A genteel young man and woman were then set forward, and a very grave-looking person swore he caught them in a situation which we cannot as particularly describe here as he did before the magistrate; who, having received a wink from his clerk, declared with much warmth that the fact was incredible and impossible.

The Governess
It was on a fine summer's evening when the school-hours were at an end, and the young ladies were admitted to divert themselves for some time, as they thought proper, in a pleasant garden adjoining to the house, that their governess, who delighted in pleasing them, brought out a little basket of apples, which were intended to be divided equally amongst them; but Mrs. Teachum being hastily called away (one of her poor neighhours having had an accident which wanted her assistance), she left the fruit in the hands of Miss Jenny Peace, the eldest of her scholars, with a strict charge to see that every one had an equal share of her gift.

From This World to the Next
On the first day of December 1741 I departed this life at my lodgings in Cheapside. My body had been some time dead before I was at liberty to quit it, lest it should by any accident return to life: this is an injunction imposed on all souls by the eternal law of fate, to prevent the inconveniences which would follow. As soon as the destined period was expired (being no longer than till the body is become perfectly cold and stiff) I began to move; but found myself under a difficulty of making my escape, for the mouth or door was shut, so that it was impossible for me to go out at it; and the windows, vulgarly called the eyes, were so closely pulled down by the fingers of a nurse, that I could by no means open them. At last I perceived a beam of light glimmering at the top of the house (for such I may call the body I had been inclosed in), whither ascending, I gently let myself down through a kind of chimney, and issued out at the nostrils.

The Journal Of A Voyage To Lisbon
To make a traveler an agreeable companion to a man of sense, it is necessary, not only that he should have seen much, but that he should have overlooked much of what he hath seen. Nature is not, any more than a great genius, always admirable in her productions, and therefore the traveler, who may be called her commentator, should not expect to find everywhere subjects worthy of his notice. It is certain, indeed, that one may be guilty of omission, as well as of the opposite extreme;

The True Patriot

The Covent-Garden Tragedy

The Fathers

The Mock Doctor: Or The Dumb Lady Cur'd

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The Intriguing Chambermaid by Henry Fielding

Love in Several Masques by Henry Fielding

The Miser by Henry Fielding

Miss Lucy in Town by Henry Fielding

The Modern Husband by Henry Fielding

The Old Debauchees by Henry Fielding

An Old Man Taught Wisdom by Henry Fielding

Plutus by Henry Fielding

Pasquin by Henry Fielding

Rape Upon Rape by Henry Fielding

Shamela by Henry Fielding

The Temple Beau by Henry Fielding

Tumble-down Dick by Henry Fielding

The Wedding Day by Henry Fielding

The Welsh Opera by Henry Fielding

The Blessed House

You visited that spot only after your loved ones
Begged you to leave that oppressive prison
Who could keep you a captive, the King?
Who could stop those feet from stepping out
Into a new garden Ridvan, to rest in the blessed house.

I begged you that I too may visit that house
So I have and today you gave my own house blessed
Sun streaming through southern windows bright
Your radiant grace raining down upon my frail frame
I now speak out in your praise, Baha'u'llah.

A friend visits me often in my heart hut
She is always busy about, a spirit of light
Woven into this humble life, loving you
She is a part of this dream that brings peace
Flowers she places on the table telling of your kindness.

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