The British Poets, Volumen9Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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... give me music - for my soul doth faint ; ' " And must thou go , and must we part ? " " Ah ! who can say , however fair his view , " " Hush'd is the lyre - the hand that swept " " When high romance o'er every wood and stream " " Once ...
... give me music - for my soul doth faint ; ' " And must thou go , and must we part ? " " Ah ! who can say , however fair his view , " " Hush'd is the lyre - the hand that swept " " When high romance o'er every wood and stream " " Once ...
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... Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild , " Sonnet supposed to have been addressed by a Female Lunatic to a Lady mody in a Storm Sonnet supposed to be written by the unhappy Poet Der- The Winter Traveller · Sonnet- " Ye whose aspirings ...
... Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild , " Sonnet supposed to have been addressed by a Female Lunatic to a Lady mody in a Storm Sonnet supposed to be written by the unhappy Poet Der- The Winter Traveller · Sonnet- " Ye whose aspirings ...
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... give it up . " Permission to inscribe the book to the Duchess was at length granted the book came out in 1803 ; and a copy was transmitted to her , of which , however , no notice whatever was taken . On the publication of the volume , a ...
... give it up . " Permission to inscribe the book to the Duchess was at length granted the book came out in 1803 ; and a copy was transmitted to her , of which , however , no notice whatever was taken . On the publication of the volume , a ...
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... give a criticism grossly deficient in equity , the more especially , as I knew of no sort of inducement to extraordinary severity . Your letter , however , has revived me , and I do again venture to hope that I may still produce ...
... give a criticism grossly deficient in equity , the more especially , as I knew of no sort of inducement to extraordinary severity . Your letter , however , has revived me , and I do again venture to hope that I may still produce ...
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... gives you his penny sheet for your sixpence , by way of half purchase , half charity . I have mate- rials for another volume ; but they were written principally while Clifton Grove was in the press , or soon after , and do not now at ...
... gives you his penny sheet for your sixpence , by way of half purchase , half charity . I have mate- rials for another volume ; but they were written principally while Clifton Grove was in the press , or soon after , and do not now at ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou Bard beam beneath bliss breast breath breeze brow burning lake calm canst CAPEL LOFFT charmed cheek Clifton Grove clouds cold dark death deep delight Derry deserted shore Dioclesian distant dost drear eternal faint fame fancy Fancy's feel fire folding star gale genius gloom Gondoline grave groves happy harp hath head heard heart Heaven heavenly HENRY KIRKE WHITE honours hope hour life's light lone loud lyre maid meridian height moon mortal mournful muse never night o'er pale peace pensive POEMS Polygar reclined rest rise RIVER TRENT round scene serene shade sigh sight silent sing skies sleep slumbers smile solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit storm stream sublime sullen sweet tear tempest thee thine thou thought throne vault wandering wave weary weep wild winds wing youth
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Página 159 - 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...
Página 159 - WHITE died at Cambridge in October 1806, in consequence of too much exertion in the pursuit of studies that would have matured a mind which disease and poverty could not impair, and which Death itself destroyed rather than subdued. His poems abound in such beauties as must impress the reader with the liveliest regret that so short a period was allotted to talents, which would have dignified even the sacred functions he was destined to assume.
Página 80 - IT is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow ; It is not grief that bids me moan, It is that I am all alone. In woods and glens I love to roam, When the tired hedger hies him home ; Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its bretit.
Página 137 - And we will sleep a pleasant sleep, And not a care shall dare intrude, To break the marble solitude, So peaceful and so deep. And hark ! the wind-god, as he flies, Moans hollow in the forest trees, And sailing on the gusty breeze, Mysterious music dies. Sweet flower ! that requiem wild is mine, It warns me to the lonely shrine, The cold turf altar of the dead ; My grave shall be in yon lone spot, Where as I lie, by all forgot, A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed.
Página 117 - 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. So virtue blooms, brought forth amid...
Página 22 - By indistinct and half-glimpsed images, Misty, gigantic, huge, obscure, remote. Oh, it is fearful, on the midnight couch, When the rude rushing winds forget to rave, And the pale moon, that through the casement high Surveys the sleepless muser, stamps the hour Of utter silence, it is fearful then To steer the mind, in deadly solitude, Up the vague stream of probability ; To wind the mighty secrets of the past, And (urn the key of Time?
Página 68 - s caused, A few inquiries, and the crowds close in, And all 's forgotten. On my grassy grave The men of future times will careless tread, ' And read my name upon the sculptured stone ; Nor will the sound, familiar to their ears, Recall my vanish'd memory.
Página 59 - I am a youthful traveller in the way, And this slight boon would consecrate to thee, Ere I with Death shake hands, and smile that...
Página 28 - Is toss'd beyond Cimmerian Bosphorus, Where Storm and Darkness hold their drear domain, And sunbeams never penetrate, might trust To expectation of serener skies, And linger in the very jaws of death, Because some peevish cloud were opening, Or the loud storm had bated in its rage ; As we look forward in this vale of tears To permanent delight — from some slight glimpse Of shadowy unsubstantial happiness.
Página 151 - twill be over soon, — this sickly dream Of life will vanish from my feverish brain : And death my wearied spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvaried pain. Yon brook will glide as softly as before, Yon landscape smile, yon golden harvest grow, Yon sprightly lark on mountain wing will soar When Henry's name is heard no more below.