The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham with an Account of His Life, Band 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1816 - 877 Seiten |
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... believe , the same person who wrote a life of Burke . If he received any other assistance it was very trifling ; yet , in the course of ten months , he enabled himself to read Horace with tolerable facility , and had made some progress ...
... believe , the same person who wrote a life of Burke . If he received any other assistance it was very trifling ; yet , in the course of ten months , he enabled himself to read Horace with tolerable facility , and had made some progress ...
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... believe , a good deal ; nothing could be more acceptable to me , or more improving to you , than making a part of your letters to consist of your senti- ments , and opinion of the books you peruse ; you have no idea how beneficial this ...
... believe , a good deal ; nothing could be more acceptable to me , or more improving to you , than making a part of your letters to consist of your senti- ments , and opinion of the books you peruse ; you have no idea how beneficial this ...
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... believe me , I have the will , but not the means . " Should the enclosed be of any service , either to pur- " chase books , or for other pocket expences , I request 66 your acceptance of it ; but must entreat you not to " notice it ...
... believe me , I have the will , but not the means . " Should the enclosed be of any service , either to pur- " chase books , or for other pocket expences , I request 66 your acceptance of it ; but must entreat you not to " notice it ...
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... believe my lot in life is nearly fixed ; a month will tell me whether I am to be a minister of Christ , in the established church , or cut . One of the two I am now finally resolved , if it please God , to be . I know my own ...
... believe my lot in life is nearly fixed ; a month will tell me whether I am to be a minister of Christ , in the established church , or cut . One of the two I am now finally resolved , if it please God , to be . I know my own ...
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... believe I must copy the old divines , in rising at four o'clock : for my evenings are so much taken up with visiting the sick , and with young men who come for religious conversation , that there is but little time for study . TO MR . B ...
... believe I must copy the old divines , in rising at four o'clock : for my evenings are so much taken up with visiting the sick , and with young men who come for religious conversation , that there is but little time for study . TO MR . B ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
affection affectionate amuse blessed BROTHER NEVILLE Cambridge Capel Lofft Catton cerns cheerful Christian church Clifton Grove comfort Countess of Derby DEAR MOTHER DEAR NEVILLE DEAR SIR death delight Duchess of Devonshire duty expected fear feel fond genius give grace Grainger Greek H. K. WHITE habits hand happy hear heart HENRY KIRKE WHITE Holy honour hope hour Jesus Christ JOHN CHARLESWORTH John's labour learned leave leisure letter live lyre MADDOCK means ment mind morning muse never night Nottingham o'er obliged pleasure pleonasm poems poet pray prayer present reason received regard relaxation religion religious sigh Simeon sincerely Sizar sleep soon sorrow soul spirit sure sweet tear tell thee thine thing thou thought tion trust truth tutor verses virtues volume Winteringham wish write written young youth
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Seite 75 - Tired of earth And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Through fields of air, pursues the flying storm, Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or, yoked with whirlwinds, and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day.
Seite 178 - we know on whom we have believed ; and we are persuaded, that he is able to keep that which we have committed unto him against the great day.
Seite 310 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Seite 275 - O put thy trust in God : for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
Seite 37 - Then since this world is vain, And volatile, and fleet, Why should I lay up earthly joys, Where rust corrupts, and moth destroys, And cares and sorrows eat ? Why fly from ill With anxious skill, When soon this hand will freeze, this throbbing heart be still.
Seite 310 - So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Seite 323 - In yonder cot, along whose mouldering walls In many a fold the mantling woodbine falls, The village matron kept her little school, Gentle of heart, yet knowing well to rule; Staid was the dame, and modest was her mien; Her garb was coarse, yet whole, and nicely clean; Her neatly...
Seite 36 - Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world; To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die.
Seite 350 - WHEN the winter wind whistles along the wild moor, And the cottager shuts on the beggar his door ; When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye, Oh, how hard is the lot of the Wandering Boy.
Seite 374 - I have hail'd the gray morn high, On the blue mountain's misty brow, And tried to tune my little reed To hymns of harmony. But never could I tune my reed, At morn, or noon, or eve, so sweet, As when upon the ocean shore I hail'd thy star-beam mild.