The Complete Works of Henry Kirke White: With an Account of His LifeJ. H. A. Frost, 1829 - 420 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 65
Página 8
... sweet song of the nightingale . Oh , those were times of happiness , and still To memory doubly dear ; for growing years Had not then taught me man was made to mourn ; And a short hour of solitary pleasure , Stolen from sleep , was ...
... sweet song of the nightingale . Oh , those were times of happiness , and still To memory doubly dear ; for growing years Had not then taught me man was made to mourn ; And a short hour of solitary pleasure , Stolen from sleep , was ...
Página 15
... SWEET Scented flower ! who art wont to bloom On January's front severe , And o'er the wintry desert drear To waft thy waste perfume ! Come , thou shalt form my nosegay now , And I will bind thee round my brow ; And as I twine the ...
... SWEET Scented flower ! who art wont to bloom On January's front severe , And o'er the wintry desert drear To waft thy waste perfume ! Come , thou shalt form my nosegay now , And I will bind thee round my brow ; And as I twine the ...
Página 16
... sweet decaying smell . Come , press my lips , and lie with me Beneath the lowly alder tree , And we will sleep a pleasant sleep , And not a care shall dare intrude , To break the marble solitude , So peaceful and so deep . 3 . And hark ...
... sweet decaying smell . Come , press my lips , and lie with me Beneath the lowly alder tree , And we will sleep a pleasant sleep , And not a care shall dare intrude , To break the marble solitude , So peaceful and so deep . 3 . And hark ...
Página 28
... sweet , ' twas passing sweet , But now ' tis gone away . Thus does the shade In memory fade , When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid . 7 . Then since this world is vain , And volatile , and fleet , Why should I lay up earthly ...
... sweet , ' twas passing sweet , But now ' tis gone away . Thus does the shade In memory fade , When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid . 7 . Then since this world is vain , And volatile , and fleet , Why should I lay up earthly ...
Página 30
... sweets of summer scenery , And feel the freshness of the balmy breeze ! Yet nature speaks within the human bosom , And , spite of reason , bids it look beyond His narrow verge of being , and provide A decent residence for its clayey ...
... sweets of summer scenery , And feel the freshness of the balmy breeze ! Yet nature speaks within the human bosom , And , spite of reason , bids it look beyond His narrow verge of being , and provide A decent residence for its clayey ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
art thou bliss breast BROTHER NEVILLE calm Capel Lofft Catton charms Christian Clifton Grove dark DEAR NEVILLE death delight divine dost eternal fear feel gale genius give gloom Gondoline grace grave Greek H. K. WHITE hand happy harp hear heard heart Heaven Henry HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Honington honors hope hour JOHN CHARLESWORTH John's JOSIAH CONder leave letter light live lonely lyre melancholy mind moon morning mortal mother mournful muse nature never night Nottingham o'er pain pale peace pensive pleasure poems poet prayer Pythagoras Quatorzain religion round scene sigh silent sing sleep smile solemn song sonnet soon sorrow soul sound spirit sublime sweet tear tell thee thine things thou thought throne tion vale verses virtues wandering wave weep wild winds Winteringham wish write written young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 346 - 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.
Página 126 - 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.
Página 124 - 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.
Página 196 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle...
Página 123 - LORD, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fostering hand. And wilt thou bend a listening ear, To praises low as ours ? Thou wilt ! for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours.
Página 353 - 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...
Página 282 - We know whom we have believed, and are persuaded that he is able to keep that which we have committed unto him against that day.
Página 80 - twill well contain The ideal flights of Madam Brain. No dungeon's walls, no cell confined, Can cramp the energies of mind ! I've friends, and 'twill contain them all ; And should it e'er become so cold That these it will no longer hold, No more may Heaven her blessings give, I shall not then be fit to live. TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE.
Página 128 - IT is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow ; It is not grief that bids me moan, It is that I am all alone. In woods and glens I love to roam, When the tired hedger hies him home, Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its breast. Yet when the silent evening sighs, With hallowed airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
Página 352 - 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 Thro...