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"Prose Fiction"
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"Age of Sensibility"
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"Industrial Revolution"
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"Long Eighteenth Century"
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Date: 1767
"How transitory have been all my pleasures! the recollection of them dies on my memory, like the departing colours of the rainbow, which fades under the eye of the beholder, and leaves not a trace behind."
preview | full record— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)
Date: 1776
"I really begin to think that his heart is 'soused in snow,' as Madame de l'Enclos says of Sevigné, which neither your bright eyes or mine can thaw."
preview | full record— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)