The Remains of Henry Kirke White ; of Nottingham, Late of St. John's College, CambridgeVernor, Hood, and Sharpe, 1807 - Всего страниц: 320 |
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... dead to feeling , can survey Unmov'd , their fairest prospects fade away : But yet a few there be , -too soon o'ercast ! Who shrink unhappy from the adverse blast , And woo the first bright gleam , which breaks the gloom , To gild the ...
... dead to feeling , can survey Unmov'd , their fairest prospects fade away : But yet a few there be , -too soon o'ercast ! Who shrink unhappy from the adverse blast , And woo the first bright gleam , which breaks the gloom , To gild the ...
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... , And kiss'd the livid hue . And then she told , how she bored a hole In the bark , and it fill'd away : And ' twas rare to hear , how some did swear , And some did vow , and pray . The man , and woman , they soon were dead D 3 37.
... , And kiss'd the livid hue . And then she told , how she bored a hole In the bark , and it fill'd away : And ' twas rare to hear , how some did swear , And some did vow , and pray . The man , and woman , they soon were dead D 3 37.
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Henry Kirke White. The man , and woman , they soon were dead , The sailors their strength did urge ; But the billows that beat , were their winding - sheet , And the winds sung their funeral dirge . She threw the infant's hair in the ...
Henry Kirke White. The man , and woman , they soon were dead , The sailors their strength did urge ; But the billows that beat , were their winding - sheet , And the winds sung their funeral dirge . She threw the infant's hair in the ...
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... dead in holy land . And to have seen how he did writhe When this her tale she told , It would have made a wizard's blood Within his heart run cold . Then fierce he spur'd his warrior steed , And sought the battle's bed : And soon all ...
... dead in holy land . And to have seen how he did writhe When this her tale she told , It would have made a wizard's blood Within his heart run cold . Then fierce he spur'd his warrior steed , And sought the battle's bed : And soon all ...
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... lightnings wild careering Didst strike my moody eye : ~ dead pale thou wert , Yet passing lovely . - Thou didst smile upon me 46 of his Mistress Lines supposed to be spoken by a Lover at the Grave My Study To an Early Primrose To the Trent.
... lightnings wild careering Didst strike my moody eye : ~ dead pale thou wert , Yet passing lovely . - Thou didst smile upon me 46 of his Mistress Lines supposed to be spoken by a Lover at the Grave My Study To an Early Primrose To the Trent.
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art thou Behold beneath breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charms cheek CHRISTIAD CLIFTON GROVE clouds croud dark dear death deep delight dirge distant dost dread drear Eolian eternal faint fancy fear feel flame gale Genius gleam gloom Gondoline grave groves harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy honours hour joys lazy Kate life's light lonely loud lyre maid melancholy mighty mind moon mortal mournful muse never night o'er pain pale pangs peace pensive pleasure Poems poet Pythagoras Quatorzain rest rise River Trent round scene serene shade sigh sight silent sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem steal storm stream sublime sweet sweetly tale tear tell thee thine thought throne twas vale vault of death wakeful wandering wave weep wild winds wing wrapt youth
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Стр. 128 - 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 hadst 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. 124 - When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One Star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Стр. 195 - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly : yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Стр. 209 - Tis she ! — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd ' Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it in heaven a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a Lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those...
Стр. 198 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Стр. 196 - THE Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high ; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally he rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad.
Стр. 125 - 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 moor'd, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever, and for evermore, The star, the star of Bethlehem ! THE HIDING-PLACE.
Стр. 206 - Through Pope's soft song though all the Graces breathe, And happiest art adorn his Attic page; Yet does my mind with sweeter transport glow, As at the root of mossy trunk reclin'd, In magic Spenser's wildly-warbled song I see deserted Una wander wide Through wasteful solitudes, and lurid heaths...
Стр. 203 - ... and without ornament. The most elegant critic of antiquity, Longinus, in his Treatise on the Sublime, adduces the following passage from the Book of Genesis, as possessing that quality in an eminent degree : " God said let there be light, and there was light : — Let the earth be, and earth Was.
Стр. 59 - Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands, And thou dost bear within thine awful hands The rolling thunders and the lightnings fleet, Stern on thy dark-wrought car of cloud and wind, Thou guid'st the northern storm at night's dead noon, Or on the red wing of the fierce Monsoon, Disturb'st the sleeping giant of the Ind. In the drear silence of the polar span Dost thou repose ? or in the solitude Of sultry tracts, where the lone caravan Hears nightly howl the tiger's hungry brood ? Vain thought...