Memoir and Poetical Remains of Henry Kirke White: Also Melancholy HoursPerkins & Purves, 1844 - 470 páginas |
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... 117 · 119 Lines written on a survey of the heavens in the mor- ning before day - break · 136 · 148 Lines supposed to be spoken by a lover at the grave of his Mistress · 150 WOR 20JUN 34 My Study . A letter in Hudibrastic Verse To an iii.
... 117 · 119 Lines written on a survey of the heavens in the mor- ning before day - break · 136 · 148 Lines supposed to be spoken by a lover at the grave of his Mistress · 150 WOR 20JUN 34 My Study . A letter in Hudibrastic Verse To an iii.
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... heaven . It is not the rhythm , the cadence , the measure , nor the chosen words that thrill us , in the quotation of appropriate poetry , but it is , that we seem to be surroun- ded by a new light , -that in which the soul of the poet ...
... heaven . It is not the rhythm , the cadence , the measure , nor the chosen words that thrill us , in the quotation of appropriate poetry , but it is , that we seem to be surroun- ded by a new light , -that in which the soul of the poet ...
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... Heaven ! Turn now to the influence which unsanc- tified mind has upon the world . A wicked heart is frequently accompa- nied by genius , which it soon brings to its own subjection . The man writes and is read , and becomes an ...
... Heaven ! Turn now to the influence which unsanc- tified mind has upon the world . A wicked heart is frequently accompa- nied by genius , which it soon brings to its own subjection . The man writes and is read , and becomes an ...
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... heavens above , and the caverns be- neath us , could be turned into whispering gal- leries , what ecstacy of bliss and of wo should we hear , consequent upon the influence left on earth ! Had we the power of the painter , and were it ...
... heavens above , and the caverns be- neath us , could be turned into whispering gal- leries , what ecstacy of bliss and of wo should we hear , consequent upon the influence left on earth ! Had we the power of the painter , and were it ...
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... heavens , all that the eye sees , are only images of what is yet to be seen— the mere scaffolding of the building , which is yet to be reared . What poem could Milton have produced , had he been confined to all that God has revealed ...
... heavens , all that the eye sees , are only images of what is yet to be seen— the mere scaffolding of the building , which is yet to be reared . What poem could Milton have produced , had he been confined to all that God has revealed ...
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Memoir and Poetical Remains of Henry Kirke White; Also Melancholy Hours Robert Southey,John Todd,Henry Kirke 1785-1806 White Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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art thou beam beneath blast breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT cheek Christians cloud cold dark death deep distant dost dreary faint fear feel gale genius gloom Gondoline grave hand happy harp hear heard heart Heaven Henry HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour howling HYMN lazy Kate leave life's light lonely Lord loud lyre melancholy mind moon morning mountain pine mournful muse never night o'er onward go pain painful field pale peace pensive pleasure poems poet praise Quatorzain rise River Trent round scene shade shore sigh silent dust sing skies sleep slumbers smiles soft solemn solitude song SONNET soon soothe sorrow soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem storm sublime sweet tear thee thine thou thought throne tomb twas vital spark voice wandering wave weary weep wild winds youth
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Página 20 - 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 77 - What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps along the plain, And all things fade away Man (soon discuss'd) Yields up his trust, And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust.
Página 83 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. 'But not the praise...
Página 78 - 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 29 - Rebel, ye waves ! and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar; The Lord uplifts his awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Howl, winds of night! your force combine; Without his high behest Ye shall not in the mountain pine Disturb the sparrow's nest.
Página 151 - ... cheers the lands, And thou dost bear within thine awful hands The rolling thunders and the lightnings fleet. Stern on thy dark-wrought car of cloud, and wind, Thou guid'st the northern storm at night's dead noon, Or on the red wing of the fierce Monsoon, : / Disturb'st the sleeping giant of the Ind. In the drear silence of the polar span Dost thou repose ? or in the solitude Of sultry tracts, where the lone caravan Hears nightly howl the tiger's hungry brood ? Vain thought ! the confines of his...
Página 301 - O'er Beauty's fall; Her praise resounds no more when mantled in her pall. The most beloved on earth Not long survives to-day; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away. Thus does the shade In memory fade, When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid.
Página 401 - YE, who with warmth the public triumph feel Of talents dignified by sacred zeal, Here, to devotion's bard devoutly just, Pay your fond tribute due to Cowper's dust ! England, exulting in his spotless fame, Ranks with her dearest sons his favourite name.
Página 213 - And pendent ruffles, of the whitest lawn, Of ancient make, her elbows did adorn. Faint with old age and dim were grown her eyes, A pair of spectacles their want supplies • These does she guard secure in leathern case, From thoughtless wights, in some unweeted place. Here first I enter'd, though with toil and pain, The low vestibule of learning's fane : Enter'd with pain, yet soon I found the way, Though sometimes toilsome, many a sweet display.
Página 301 - Come, Disappointment, come! Thou art not stern to me ; Sad Monitress ! I own thy sway, A votary sad in early day, I bend my knee to thee. From sun to sun My race will run, I only bow, and say, My God, thy will be done.