The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke White

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Little, Brown & Company, 1859 - Всего страниц: 252
 

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Стр. 227 - It was my guide, my light, my all, it bade my dark forebodings cease ; and through the storm and danger's thrall it led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored — my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, for ever and for evermore, the Star— The Star of Bethlehem...
Стр. 178 - 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?
Стр. 229 - White ! * while life was in its spring, And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came; and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When science...
Стр. 214 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth! Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die: that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How...
Стр. 167 - HARK ! how the merry bells ring jocund round, And now they die upon the veering breeze ; Anon they thunder loud Full on the musing ear. Wafted in varying cadence, by the shore Of the still twinkling river, they bespeak A day of jubilee, An ancient holiday. And, lo ! the rural revels are begun, And gaily echoing to the laughing sky, On the smooth.shaven green, Resounds the voice of Mirth.
Стр. 24 - Dreams of eternal honours to his name ; Of endless glory and perennial bays. He idly reasons of eternity, As of the train of ages, — when, alas ! Ten thousand thousand of his centuries Are, in comparison, a little point Too trivial for accompt.
Стр. 28 - By indistinct and half-glimpsed images, Misty, gigantic, huge, obscure, remote. Oh, it is fearful, on the midnight couch, When the rude rushing winds forget to rave, And the pale moon, that through the casement high Surveys the sleepless muser, stamps the hour Of utter silence, it is fearful then To steer the mind, in deadly solitude. Up the vague stream of probability; To wind the mighty secrets of the past, And turn the key of time!—Oh! who can strive To comprehend the vast, the awful truth,...
Стр. 25 - Where is Rome ? She lives but in the tale of other times ; Her proud pavilions are the hermit's home, And her long colonnades, her public walks, Now faintly echo to the pilgrim's feet, Who comes to muse in solitude, and trace, Through the rank moss reveal'd, her honour'd dust.
Стр. 133 - To be thrown up again by some rude Sexton, And yield its narrow house another tenant, Ere the moist flesh had mingled with the dust, Ere the tenacious hair had left the scalp, Exposed to insult lewd, and wantonness ? No, I will lay me in the village ground ; There are the dead respected.
Стр. 25 - Tis passing strange, to mark his fallacies ; Behold him proudly view some pompous pile, Whose high dome swells to emulate the skies, And smile and say my name shall live with this Till Time shall be no more...

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