The remains of Henry Kirke White [ed.] with an acount of his life by R. Southey, Volumen1 |
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... other , scatter'd o'er the globe ; They were set down with sober steadiness , Each to his occupation . I alone , was worthy of better things ; to her he spoke B 4 7 Extract from an Address to Contemplation, written Fourteen.
... other , scatter'd o'er the globe ; They were set down with sober steadiness , Each to his occupation . I alone , was worthy of better things ; to her he spoke B 4 7 Extract from an Address to Contemplation, written Fourteen.
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... o'er the wintery 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 mournful wreath , I'll weave a melancholy song , And sweet the strain shall be ...
... o'er the wintery 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 mournful wreath , I'll weave a melancholy song , And sweet the strain shall be ...
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... the lonely shrine , The cold turf altar of the dead ; My grave shall be in yon lone spot , Where as I lie , by all forgot , A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed . TO THE MORNING . Written during Illness . BEAMS of 20.
... the lonely shrine , The cold turf altar of the dead ; My grave shall be in yon lone spot , Where as I lie , by all forgot , A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed . TO THE MORNING . Written during Illness . BEAMS of 20.
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... o'er the spangled uplands tread . Now thro ' the custom'd wood - walk wend ; By many a green lane lies my way , Where high o'er head the wild - briers bend , " Till on the Mountain's summit grey , I sit me down , and mark the glorious ...
... o'er the spangled uplands tread . Now thro ' the custom'd wood - walk wend ; By many a green lane lies my way , Where high o'er head the wild - briers bend , " Till on the Mountain's summit grey , I sit me down , and mark the glorious ...
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... o'er , Fate dooms , ere long , the scene must close To ope on him no more . Yet Morning ! unrepining still He'll greet thy beams awhile , And , surely thou , when o'er his grave Solemn the whisp'ring willows wave , Wilt sweetly on him ...
... o'er , Fate dooms , ere long , the scene must close To ope on him no more . Yet Morning ! unrepining still He'll greet thy beams awhile , And , surely thou , when o'er his grave Solemn the whisp'ring willows wave , Wilt sweetly on him ...
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Página 20 - I'll weave a melancholy song, And sweet the strain shall be, and long The melody of death. Come funeral flower ! who lov'st to dwell With the pale corse in lonely tomb, And throw across the desert gloom A 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.
Página 163 - 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 281 - In yonder cot, along whose mouldering walls In many a fold the mantling woodbine falls, The village matron kept her little school, Gentle of heart, yet knowing well to rule; Staid was the dame, and modest was her mien...
Página 73 - Tired of earth And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Through fields of air, pursues the flying storm, Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or, yoked with whirlwinds, and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day.
Página 19 - Come, thou shall form my nosegay now, And I will bind 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.
Página 18 - Sky were not orthodox rhymes, according to his wise creed of criticism, sate down to blast the hopes of a boy, who had confessed to him all his hopes and all his difficulties, and thrown himself upon his mercy. With such a letter before him, (by mere accident I saw that which had been sent to the Critical Review), even though the poems had been bad, a good man would not have said so; he would have avoided censure if he had found it impossible to bestow praise. But that the reader may perceive the...
Página 44 - Catton, with tears in his eyes, and told him that he could not go into the hall to be examined. Mr. Catton, however, thought his success here of so much importance, that he exhorted him, with all possible earnestness, to hold out the six days of the examination.
Página 44 - ... competitor for it. He passed the whole term in preparing himself for this, reading for college subjects in bed, in his walks, or, as he says, where, when, and how he could, never having a moment to spare, and often going to his tutor without having read at all.
Página 35 - Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world ; To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die.
Página 50 - London to recruit himself, — th« worst place to which he could have gone : the variety of stimulating objects there hurried and agitated him, and when he returned to College, he was so completely ill, that no power of medicine could save him. His mind was worn out, and it was the opinion of his medical attendants, that if he had recovered, his intellect would have been affected.