Memoir and Poetical Remains of Henry Kirke White: Also Melancholy HoursPerkins & Purves, 1844 - 470 páginas |
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... lonely water - fall , the dark ravine , the rugged moun- tain , and the wild lake of the woods , will ever give delight to youth . There is a pe- riod when these are the natural enjoyment of youth , as really and as certainly , as are ...
... lonely water - fall , the dark ravine , the rugged moun- tain , and the wild lake of the woods , will ever give delight to youth . There is a pe- riod when these are the natural enjoyment of youth , as really and as certainly , as are ...
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... Nor told in vain - far o'er th ' Atlantic wave , A Wanderer came and sought the Poet's grave ; On yon low stone he saw his lonely name , And raised this fond memorial to his fame . W. S. 56 ACCOUNT OF THE LIFE OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE . BY.
... Nor told in vain - far o'er th ' Atlantic wave , A Wanderer came and sought the Poet's grave ; On yon low stone he saw his lonely name , And raised this fond memorial to his fame . W. S. 56 ACCOUNT OF THE LIFE OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE . BY.
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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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 |
Términos y frases comunes
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.