Every desponding hour extracts a year's vitality from the system.
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His clothes, which were shabby, hung round him in desponding folds.
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The fresh winds blew away desponding doubts, delusive fancies, and moody mists.
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There is a desponding melancholy in the run of the last line!
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In the darkest days he was able to cheer and encourage the desponding.
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This desponding turn of mind, though it could not be communicated to Mrs.
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Hebilthwayte waited on him to the door, and the Hellenist departed sad and desponding.
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Hope fills the breast of the sanguine, despair that of the gloomy and desponding.
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Sullen, desponding, and foreboding nothing but wars and desolation, as the certain consequence of Caesar's death.
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Since the death of that son she has been a desolate, desponding woman, always bewailing him.
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The sinew and heart of man seem to be drawn out, and we are become timorous, desponding whimperers.
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They looked such hard-bitten, wiry, whiskered fellows that their young adversaries felt rather desponding as to the result of the morrow's match.
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Aleila looked at the desponding bandit, and even though he had brought this misery on himself, she couldn't help but feel sad for him.
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Who shall measure what an all-pervading Spirit may do with these capabilities of our mortality, or the ways in which He may encourage the desponding souls of the desolate?
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The writer Fanny Burney, at that time one of the Queen's attendants, overheard her moaning to herself with "desponding sound": "What will become of me? What will become of me?" When the King collapsed one night, she refused to be left alone with him and successfully insisted that she be given her own bedroom. When the doctor, Warren, was called, she was not informed and was not given the opportunity to speak with him.
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The poem tells the story of Hero and Leander in medias res and lacks context to the story. The poem begins with a description of worshipping Venus, the Greek goddess of love, and the celebration of the physical world:Edgecombe p. 97 The hour of worship's over; and the flute And choral voices of the girls are mute; And by degrees the people have departed Homeward, with gentle step, and quiet-hearted; The jealous easy, the desponding healed; The timid, hopeful of their love concealed; The sprightlier maiden, sure of nuptial joys; And mothers, grateful for their rosy boys. (lines 1–8) The poem explains what happens to material pleasure along with the connection between love and emotion.
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His appeals were convincing to Stone in regard to his sinfulness, but were no source of relief for the state of his tortured soul. Calvinist doctrine, as taught by the Scots-Irish Presbyterians, espoused limited atonement, that is, the belief that Christ’s sacrifice for sin was available only to those who were predestined for salvation. Years later, Stone would reflect that he had “anticipated a long and painful struggle before I should…get religion. … For one year I was tossed on the waves of uncertainty…sometimes desponding and almost despairing.” Stone eventually responded, with a sense of his own conversion, to the appeals of one of McGready’s associates, William Hodge, who spoke not of the flames of hell, but of the love of God for sinners.
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The letter continues "There she remained during two weeks of such dreadful sufferings, that had they been longer continued, they must, she says, have precluded all hope of recovery". Mary was then sent to the Wakefield Asylum, "a change as she states, almost resembling a removal from hell to heaven". Mary was in the Wakefield Asylum for four months and recovered under the care of a Dr Corcellis and his wife. The letter reproduces a poem Mary had written to Dr and Mrs Corcellis To you, ye worthy, noble-minded pair Devoted love and gratitude I owe; For your exalted skill and timely care Uprais'd me from the lowest depths of woe When in a storm of wild convulsions toss'd, My health and strength and blessed reason lost, And where I scarce could know my depth of pain Through the wild whirlings of a fever'd brain, Angelic tones fell softly on my ear, And sweetly soothed, and bade me banish fear, And cheered my poor desponding soul with love, And bade me hope and trust in heaven above.
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