The Poetical Works and Remains of Henry Kirke WhiteButler, 1855 - 356 páginas |
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... o'er every Wood and Stream , " . 176 XI . " Hushed is the Lyre , " XII . " Once more , and yet once more , " 177 177 Fragment , " Loud rage the winds without , " 177 Verses , " When Pride and Envy , " 179 On Whit Monday , 180 On the ...
... o'er every Wood and Stream , " . 176 XI . " Hushed is the Lyre , " XII . " Once more , and yet once more , " 177 177 Fragment , " Loud rage the winds without , " 177 Verses , " When Pride and Envy , " 179 On Whit Monday , 180 On the ...
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... o'er the globe ; They were set down with sober steadiness , Each to his occupation . I alone , A wayward youth , misled by Fancy's vagaries , Remained unsettled , insecure , and veering With ev'ry wind to ev'ry point o ' th ' compass ...
... o'er the globe ; They were set down with sober steadiness , Each to his occupation . I alone , A wayward youth , misled by Fancy's vagaries , Remained unsettled , insecure , and veering With ev'ry wind to ev'ry point o ' th ' compass ...
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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 and ...
... 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 and ...
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... o'er my ashes shed . TO THE MORNING . WRITTEN DURING ILLNESS . BEAMS of the daybreak faint ! I hail Your dubious hues , as on the robe Of night , which wraps the slumbering globe , I mark your traces pale . Tired with the taper's sickly ...
... o'er my ashes shed . TO THE MORNING . WRITTEN DURING ILLNESS . BEAMS of the daybreak faint ! I hail Your dubious hues , as on the robe Of night , which wraps the slumbering globe , I mark your traces pale . Tired with the taper's sickly ...
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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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The Poetical Works and Remains of Henry Kirke White Henry Kirke White,Robert Southey Vista completa - 1881 |
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.