| Elegant epistles - 1812 - 316 Seiten
...had acquired by the most laborious exertion of my ahilities, I had one only consolation remaining ; and of that I am now bereaved! I could no longer divert...discharge all the cares and anxiety of my heart. But this last fatal stab to my peace has torn open those wounds which seemed in some measure to have been tolerably... | |
| Richard Whately - 1853 - 448 Seiten
...forum or the senate. In short, I justly considered myself as cut off from the BROUGHT TO LIGHT. S3 benefit of all those alleviating occupations in which...discharge all the cares and anxiety of my heart. But this last fatal stab to my peace has torn open those wounds which seemed in some measure to have been tolerably... | |
| Richard Whately - 1855 - 348 Seiten
...had acquired by the most laborious exertion of my abilities, I had one only consolation remaining ; and of that I am now bereaved ! I could no longer...discharge all the cares and anxiety of my heart. But this last fatal stab to my peace has torn open those wounds which seemed in some measure to have been tolerably... | |
| John Kennedy - 1864 - 430 Seiten
...exertion of my abilities, I had only one consolation remaining ; and of that I am now bereaved. . . . Whilst I was endeavouring to reconcile my mind to...discharge all the cares and anxiety of my heart. But this last fatal stab to my peace has torn open those wounds which seemed in some measure healed. For I can... | |
| William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1885 - 372 Seiten
...deprivation which I suffered in common with yourself and some others ; and, whilst I was endeavoring to reconcile my mind to a patient endurance of those ills, there was one to whose tender off1ces I could have recourse, and in the sweetness of whose conversation I could discharge all the... | |
| William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1900 - 332 Seiten
...deprivation which I suffered in common with yourself and some others ; and, whilst I was endeavoring to reconcile my mind to a patient endurance of those...discharge all the cares and anxiety of my heart. But this last fatal stab to my peace has torn open those wounds which seemed in some measure to have been tolerably... | |
| |