The Poetical Works and Remains of Henry Kirke WhiteButler, 1855 - 356 páginas |
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... Morning in Spring ; PAGE 17 written at the age of Thirteen , 19 Extract from an Address to Contemplation , written at Fourteen , 21 To the Rosemary , 34 To the Morning , 35 My own Character , 43 Ode on Disappointment , 49 Lines ...
... Morning in Spring ; PAGE 17 written at the age of Thirteen , 19 Extract from an Address to Contemplation , written at Fourteen , 21 To the Rosemary , 34 To the Morning , 35 My own Character , 43 Ode on Disappointment , 49 Lines ...
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Henry Kirke White. PAGE Written on a Survey of the Heavens , in the Morning before Day- break ,. Lines supposed to be spoken by a Lover at the Grave of his Mis- tress , My Study , • To an early Primrose , . • 107 109 111 • 114 Sonnet 1 ...
Henry Kirke White. PAGE Written on a Survey of the Heavens , in the Morning before Day- break ,. Lines supposed to be spoken by a Lover at the Grave of his Mis- tress , My Study , • To an early Primrose , . • 107 109 111 • 114 Sonnet 1 ...
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... MORNING IN SPRING . WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN . THE morning sun's enchanting rays Now call forth every songster's praise ; Now the lark with upward flight , Gaily ushers in HENRY KIRKE WHITE . 19 On being confined to School one ...
... MORNING IN SPRING . WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN . THE morning sun's enchanting rays Now call forth every songster's praise ; Now the lark with upward flight , Gaily ushers in HENRY KIRKE WHITE . 19 On being confined to School one ...
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... morning of my life in adding figures With accurate monotony ; that so The good things of the world may be my lot , And I might taste the blessedness of wealth : But , oh ! I was not made for money getting ; For me no much - respected ...
... morning of my life in adding figures With accurate monotony ; that so The good things of the world may be my lot , And I might taste the blessedness of wealth : But , oh ! I was not made for money getting ; For me no much - respected ...
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... The Rosemary buds in January . It is the flower commonly put in the coffins of the dead . The cold turf altar of the dead ! My grave 34 LIFE OF To the Rosemary, Written on a Survey of the Heavens, in the Morning before Day- break,
... The Rosemary buds in January . It is the flower commonly put in the coffins of the dead . The cold turf altar of the dead ! My grave 34 LIFE OF To the Rosemary, Written on a Survey of the Heavens, in the Morning before Day- break,
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou Athyras beneath bliss breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charms cheek Clifton Grove clouds dark death deep deism delight Derry distant divine dost drear eternal fancy fear feel gale genius gloom Gondoline grace grave happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry HENRY KIRKE WHITE Honington honors hope hour leave light lonely loud lyre maid melancholy mind moon morn mother mournful muse never night Nottingham o'er pain pale peace pensive pleasure poems poet poor Pythagoras quatorzain reclined rise round scene shade sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary song sonnet soon soothe sorrow soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem storm stream sublime sweet tear thee thine Thomas Warton thou thought throne twas vale verse virtue wandering wave weary weep wild winds wing Winteringham written youth Zoroaster
Pasajes populares
Página 265 - He made darkness his secret place ; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
Página 163 - 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 266 - 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.
Página 51 - Then since this world is vain, And volatile, and fleet, Why should I lay up earthly joys, Where rust corrupts, and moth destroys, And cares and sorrows eat? Why fly from ill With anxious skill, When soon this hand will freeze, this throbbing heart be still.
Página 162 - 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!
Página 135 - Each place, each province I have tried, And sung and danced my saraband. But all their charms could not prevail, To steal my heart from yonder vale.
Página 114 - Thee, when young spring first questioned winter's sway. And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw 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 270 - And here it may not be amiss to observe, that the true sublime does not consist of high-sounding words, or pompous magnificence; on the contrary, it most frequently appears clad in native dignity and simplicity, without art, 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...
Página 267 - With stars swift gliding, sweep along the sky. All nature reels. Till Nature's King, who oft Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone, And on the wings of the careering wind Walks dreadfully serene, commands a calm; Then, straight, air, sea, and earth, are hush'd at once.
Página 163 - 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.