The Beauties of Henry Kirke White, Consisting of Selections from His Poetry and ProseN.H. Whitaker, 1827 - 214 páginas |
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... hour some new delight beguiles , When the gay heart , to life's sweet day - spring true , Still find some insect pleasure to pursue . Bless'd Childhood , hail ! -Thee simply will I sing , And from myself the artless picture bring ...
... hour some new delight beguiles , When the gay heart , to life's sweet day - spring true , Still find some insect pleasure to pursue . Bless'd Childhood , hail ! -Thee simply will I sing , And from myself the artless picture bring ...
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... hour of labour o'er , What clamorous throngs , what happy groups were seen , In various postures scattering o'er the green ! Some shoot the marble , others join the chase Of self - made stag , or run the emulous race ; While others ...
... hour of labour o'er , What clamorous throngs , what happy groups were seen , In various postures scattering o'er the green ! Some shoot the marble , others join the chase Of self - made stag , or run the emulous race ; While others ...
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... hour away . Many's the time I've scamper'd down the glade , To ask the promised ditty from the maid , Which well she loved , as well she knew to sing , While we around her form'd a little ring : She told of innocence foredoom'd to bleed ...
... hour away . Many's the time I've scamper'd down the glade , To ask the promised ditty from the maid , Which well she loved , as well she knew to sing , While we around her form'd a little ring : She told of innocence foredoom'd to bleed ...
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... hour , On the dark cypress ! and the strings which rung With 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 re ...
... hour , On the dark cypress ! and the strings which rung With 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 re ...
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... hour ; To bid awhile the strife of passion cease , And woo the calms of solitude and peace . And oh ! thou sacred Power , who rear'st on high Thy leafy throne where waving poplars sigh ! Genius of woodland shades ! whose mild control ...
... hour ; To bid awhile the strife of passion cease , And woo the calms of solitude and peace . And oh ! thou sacred Power , who rear'st on high Thy leafy throne where waving poplars sigh ! Genius of woodland shades ! whose mild control ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 91 - To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and alone, Thy tender elegance.
Página 52 - Go to the raging sea, and say, " Be still ! " Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will ; Preach to the storm, and reason with Despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
Página 69 - THROUGH sorrow's night and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of an injured King, Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude Shall sleep the years away. H Our labors done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded o'er our silent dust The storms of life shall beat.
Página 103 - 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 hallow'd airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
Página 114 - ... the scale Of these stupendous worlds! Almighty God! Thou, the dread author of these wondrous works! Say, canst thou cast on me, poor passing worm, One look "of kind benevolence? — Thou canst; For thou art full of universal love, And in thy boundless goodness wilt impart Thy beams as well lo me as to the proud, The pageant insects of a glittering hour.
Página 15 - Thus far have I pursued my solemn theme With self-rewarding toil ;-^-thus far have sung Of godlike deeds, far loftier than beseem The lyre, which I in early days have strung ; And now my spirits faint, and I have hung The shell, that solaced me in saddest hour, On the dark cypress 1 and the strings which rung With Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or when the breeze comes by moan and are heard no more.
Página 70 - These ashes too, this little dust, Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep.
Página 97 - 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 65 - Storms and tempests, floods and rains, Stern despoilers of the plains, Hence, away, the season flee, Foes to light-heart jollity: May no winds careering high Drive the clouds along the sky, But may all nature smile with aspect boon, When in the heavens thou...
Página 127 - O'er her marts, Her crowded ports, broods Silence; and the cry Of the low curlew, and the pensive dash Of distant billows, breaks alone the void.