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able affection appear assistance attend become believe BROTHER NEVILLE Cambridge Christian consequence continue DEAR death delight duty expected father fear feel fire future genius give grace grave Greek hand happy head hear heart Henry honour hope hour important John's kind KIRKE learned leave less letter light live look manner means mind morning mother nature never NEVILLE night Nottingham o'er once peace perhaps pleasing pleasure poems poet poor prayer present probably reason received regard religion respect rest round scene sigh situation Sizar sleep song soon soul sound spirit sure sweet tear tell thee thing thou thought trust truth turn volume WHITE wish write written young youth
第 75 頁 - 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.
第 310 頁 - 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.
第 275 頁 - O put thy trust in God : for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
第 37 頁 - 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.
第 310 頁 - 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.
第 323 頁 - 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...
第 36 頁 - 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.
第 350 頁 - 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.