The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham with an Account of His Life, Volumen1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1816 - 877 páginas |
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... hands of some dull man , who took it up in an hour of ill humour , turned over the leaves to look for faults , and finding that Boy and Sky were not orthodox rhymes , according to his wise creed of criticism , sate down to blast the ...
... hands of some dull man , who took it up in an hour of ill humour , turned over the leaves to look for faults , and finding that Boy and Sky were not orthodox rhymes , according to his wise creed of criticism , sate down to blast the ...
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... hand , and a full account of his cruel treatment on the coast of Barbary in the other , and so gives you his penny sheet for your sixpence , by way of half - purchase , half - charity . " I have materials for another volume , but they ...
... hand , and a full account of his cruel treatment on the coast of Barbary in the other , and so gives you his penny sheet for your sixpence , by way of half - purchase , half - charity . " I have materials for another volume , but they ...
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... hands of Satan to drive me to distraction . I must leave Not- tingham . " It is not unworthy of remark , that this very reviewal , which was designed to crush the hopes of Henry , and suppress his struggling genius , has been , in its ...
... hands of Satan to drive me to distraction . I must leave Not- tingham . " It is not unworthy of remark , that this very reviewal , which was designed to crush the hopes of Henry , and suppress his struggling genius , has been , in its ...
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... hand will freeze , this throbbing heart be still ? 8 . Come , Disappointment , come ! Thou art not stern to me ; Sad Monitress !! I own thy sway , A votary sad in early day , I bend my knee to thee . From sun to sun My race will run , I ...
... hand will freeze , this throbbing heart be still ? 8 . Come , Disappointment , come ! Thou art not stern to me ; Sad Monitress !! I own thy sway , A votary sad in early day , I bend my knee to thee . From sun to sun My race will run , I ...
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... hand - writing , he wrote down the following admonitory sentences , which , as the paper on which they are written is folded into the shape of a very small book , it is probable he carried about with him as a manual . " 1. Death and ...
... hand - writing , he wrote down the following admonitory sentences , which , as the paper on which they are written is folded into the shape of a very small book , it is probable he carried about with him as a manual . " 1. Death and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 275 - O put thy trust in God : for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.