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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... pleasing and ne cessary relaxation . A - propos - now we are speaking of Robinson Crusoe , I shall observe , that it is allowed to be the best novel for youth in the English language . De Foe , the author , VOL . I. was a singular ...
... pleasing and ne cessary relaxation . A - propos - now we are speaking of Robinson Crusoe , I shall observe , that it is allowed to be the best novel for youth in the English language . De Foe , the author , VOL . I. was a singular ...
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... pleasing to you ; and even when reading Black- stone's Commentaries , which are very dry , I lay down the book with regret . With regard to the Monthly Preceptor , I certainly shall be agreeable to your taking it in , as my only ...
... pleasing to you ; and even when reading Black- stone's Commentaries , which are very dry , I lay down the book with regret . With regard to the Monthly Preceptor , I certainly shall be agreeable to your taking it in , as my only ...
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... pleasing light ; but certainly we need no incentives to the irregular gratification of our appetites , and I should think it a proper punishment for the poet who holds forth the allurements of illicit pleasures K 2 131.
... pleasing light ; but certainly we need no incentives to the irregular gratification of our appetites , and I should think it a proper punishment for the poet who holds forth the allurements of illicit pleasures K 2 131.
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... pleasing do- mestic man , I ever met with . You will be glad to hear we are thus charmingly situated . I have reason to thank God for his goodness in leading me to so peaceful and happy a situation . The year which now lies before me ...
... pleasing do- mestic man , I ever met with . You will be glad to hear we are thus charmingly situated . I have reason to thank God for his goodness in leading me to so peaceful and happy a situation . The year which now lies before me ...
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... pleasing emotions . To be pleased with little , is one of the greatest blessings . Sadness is itself sometimes infinitely more pleasing than joy ; but this sadness must be of the expansive and ge- nerous kind , rather referring to ...
... pleasing emotions . To be pleased with little , is one of the greatest blessings . Sadness is itself sometimes infinitely more pleasing than joy ; but this sadness must be of the expansive and ge- nerous kind , rather referring to ...
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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.