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... duty required us to pronounce . We spoke with the utmost sincerity when we stated our wishes for patronage to an unfriended man of talents , for talents Mr White certainly possesses , and we repeat those wishes with equal cor- diality ...
... duty required us to pronounce . We spoke with the utmost sincerity when we stated our wishes for patronage to an unfriended man of talents , for talents Mr White certainly possesses , and we repeat those wishes with equal cor- diality ...
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... duty ; and assure you , that from both of the works I have received much gratification and edification , but more particularly from one on the Trinity , * a production which displays much erudition , and a very laudable zeal for the ...
... duty ; and assure you , that from both of the works I have received much gratification and edification , but more particularly from one on the Trinity , * a production which displays much erudition , and a very laudable zeal for the ...
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... duty , why lament that it is not productive ? In whatever situation we may be placed , there is a duty we owe to God and religion : it is resignation ; -nay , I may say , contentment . All things are in the hands of God ; and shall we ...
... duty , why lament that it is not productive ? In whatever situation we may be placed , there is a duty we owe to God and religion : it is resignation ; -nay , I may say , contentment . All things are in the hands of God ; and shall we ...
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... duty ; the chief point insisted upon is , that we should keep God's Law contained in the Ten Commandments ; but as the omission or breach of one article of the twelve tables is a crime just of as great magnitude as the 109.
... duty ; the chief point insisted upon is , that we should keep God's Law contained in the Ten Commandments ; but as the omission or breach of one article of the twelve tables is a crime just of as great magnitude as the 109.
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... duty , however severely it may cost me ; but if I find I may lawfully and conscientiously relax myself at intervals , with those delightful reveries which have hitherto formed the chief pleasure of my life , I shall , without scruple ...
... duty , however severely it may cost me ; but if I find I may lawfully and conscientiously relax myself at intervals , with those delightful reveries which have hitherto formed the chief pleasure of my life , I shall , without scruple ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
affection affectionate amuse BROTHER NEVILLE calm Cambridge Capel Lofft Catton cern cheerful Christian church Clifton Grove comfort DEAR MOTHER DEAR NEVILLE DEAR SIR death delight duty expected expences faith fear feel fond genius give grace grave Greek H. K. WHITE hand happy hear heart heavenly HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy honour hope hour Jesus Christ JOHN CHARLESWORTH learned leave leisure letter live lyre MADDOCK ment mind morning muse never night Nottingham o'er peace pleasure poems poet pray prayer present reason received religion religious Robert Southey scene Septuagint sigh Sizar sleep song soon sorrow soul spirit St John's College strong medicines sure sweet tear tell thee thine thing thou thought tion trust truth tutor verses virtues Winteringham wish write written young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 310 - WHITE !t while life was in its spring, And thy young Muse just waved her joyous wing. The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair, Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science...
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 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 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 310 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that...
Seite 310 - So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Seite 356 - tis but as an hour since they, Who now are in their graves, Kept up the Whitsun dance. And that another hour, and they must fall Like those who went before, and sleep as still Beneath the silent sod, A cold and cheerless sleep.
Seite 341 - I will creep into her breast ; Flush her cheek, and bleach her skin, And feed on the vital fire within. Lover, do not trust her eyes, — • When they sparkle most she dies ! Mother, do not trust her breath, — Comfort she will breathe in death ! Father, do not strive to save her, — She is mine, and I must have her ! The coffin must be her...
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...
Seite 20 - And hark ! the wind-god, as he flies, Moans hollow in the forest trees, And sailing on the gusty breeze, Mysterious music dies. Sweet flower ! that requiem wild is mine, It warns me to the lonely shrine, The cold turf altar of the dead ; My grave shall be in yon lone spot, Where as I lie, by all forgot, g A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed.