The Remains of Henry Kirke White ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown., 1813 |
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... THEE do I own , the prompter of my joys , The soother of my cares , inspiring peace ; And I will ne'er forsake thee.Meri may rave , And blame and censure me , that I don't tie My ev'ry thought down to the desk , and spend The morning of ...
... THEE do I own , the prompter of my joys , The soother of my cares , inspiring peace ; And I will ne'er forsake thee.Meri may rave , And blame and censure me , that I don't tie My ev'ry thought down to the desk , and spend The morning of ...
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... thee alone I know to melt and weep , In thee alone delighting . Why along spending seven years of his life in shining and folding.
... thee alone I know to melt and weep , In thee alone delighting . Why along spending seven years of his life in shining and folding.
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... thee I may enjoy the loveliness of Nature , And loose the wings of Fancy ! -Thus alone Can I partake of happiness on earth ; And to be happy here is man's chief end , For to be happy he must needs be good , him by his employers , that ...
... thee I may enjoy the loveliness of Nature , And loose the wings of Fancy ! -Thus alone Can I partake of happiness on earth ; And to be happy here is man's chief end , For to be happy he must needs be good , him by his employers , that ...
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... thee round my brow ; And as I twine the mournful wreath , I'll weave a melancholy song : And sweet the strain shall be and long , The melody of death . 2 . Come , funeral flow'r ! who lov'st to dwell With the pale corse in lonely tomb ...
... thee round my brow ; And as I twine the mournful wreath , I'll weave a melancholy song : And sweet the strain shall be and long , The melody of death . 2 . Come , funeral flow'r ! who lov'st to dwell With the pale corse in lonely tomb ...
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... thee the buskin'd chace , With thee the distant clime will trace , Beyond those clouds of flame . Above , below , what charms unfold In all the varied view ! Before me all is burnish'd gold , Behind the twilight's hue . The mists which ...
... thee the buskin'd chace , With thee the distant clime will trace , Beyond those clouds of flame . Above , below , what charms unfold In all the varied view ! Before me all is burnish'd gold , Behind the twilight's hue . The mists which ...
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art thou bliss breast BROTHER NEVILLE calm Capel Lofft Catton charms Christian Clifton Grove dark DEAR NEVILLE death delight divine dost eternal expences fear feel gale genius give gloom Gondoline grace grave Greek H. K. WHITE hand happy harp hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy honours hope hour JOHN CHARLESWORTH leave letter light live lone lyre melancholy mind morn mortal mother mournful muse never night Nottingham o'er pain pale peace pensive pleasure poems poet prayer Pythagoras religion ROBERT SOUTHEY round scene sigh silent Sizar sleep smile solemn song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound spirit St John's St John's College storm sublime sweet tear tell thee thine thing thou thought tion tomb truth verses virtue wandering wave weep wild winds Winteringham wish write written youth
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Página 193 - 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 123 - 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 126 - 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 small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Página 339 - WITH how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Página 207 - 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 123 - 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.
Página 304 - Unhappy 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...
Página 195 - Parts it may ravage, but preserves the whole. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but Passion is the gale ; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
Página 178 - 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 189 - Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or, when the breeze comes by, moan and are heard no more. And must the harp of Judah sleep again? Shall I no more reanimate the lay? Oh! thou who visitest the sons of men, Thou who dost listen when the humble pray, One little space prolong my mournful day! One little lapse suspend thy last decree! I am a youthful traveller in the way, And this slight boon would consecrate to thee, Ere I with Death shake hands, and smile that I am free.