The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham with an Account of His Life, Volume 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1816 - 877 páginas |
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... fire , for severer and more important studies ; to lay a billet on the embers until he had taken his de- gree , and then he might fan it into a flame again . This advice he followed so scrupulously , that a few fragments , written ...
... fire , for severer and more important studies ; to lay a billet on the embers until he had taken his de- gree , and then he might fan it into a flame again . This advice he followed so scrupulously , that a few fragments , written ...
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... fire - side would be delightful . — I should profit by your sentiments and experience , and you possibly might gain a little from my small bookish know- ledge . But I am afraid that time will never come ; your time of apprenticeship is ...
... fire - side would be delightful . — I should profit by your sentiments and experience , and you possibly might gain a little from my small bookish know- ledge . But I am afraid that time will never come ; your time of apprenticeship is ...
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... fire . The rest , if they are not particularly excepted , as inscribed with a pass name on the back , are thrown into a closet , to be reclaimed at leisure . He said , the way he proceeded was this : - He left his card at her 12 door ...
... fire . The rest , if they are not particularly excepted , as inscribed with a pass name on the back , are thrown into a closet , to be reclaimed at leisure . He said , the way he proceeded was this : - He left his card at her 12 door ...
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... heart disdains , Thy meaner , lowlier fires , while he Joys at another's joy , and smiles at other's jollity . Triumphant monster ! though thy schemes succeed- Schemes laid in 124 Extemporaneous Verses ..................... 124,
... heart disdains , Thy meaner , lowlier fires , while he Joys at another's joy , and smiles at other's jollity . Triumphant monster ! though thy schemes succeed- Schemes laid in 124 Extemporaneous Verses ..................... 124,
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... fire has been crampt by the " crambo " of the rhyme , at all times a grievous shackle to poets , and yet capable of such sweet and expressive modulation , as makes us hug our chains , and exult in the hard servitude . My poor neglected ...
... fire has been crampt by the " crambo " of the rhyme , at all times a grievous shackle to poets , and yet capable of such sweet and expressive modulation , as makes us hug our chains , and exult in the hard servitude . My poor neglected ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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.