The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke White1880 - 55 páginas |
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... LYRE : AN ODE . THOU Simple Lyre ! thy music wild Has served to charm the weary hour , And many a lonely night has ' guiled , When even pain has owned , and smiled , Its fascinating power . | Yet , oh my Lyre ! the busy crowd Will ...
... LYRE : AN ODE . THOU Simple Lyre ! thy music wild Has served to charm the weary hour , And many a lonely night has ' guiled , When even pain has owned , and smiled , Its fascinating power . | Yet , oh my Lyre ! the busy crowd Will ...
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... Lyre , we yet may keep ; I , still unknown , may live with thee ; And gentle zephyr's wing will sweep Thy solemn string , where low I sleep , Beneath the alder tree . This little dirge will please me more Than the full requiem's ...
... Lyre , we yet may keep ; I , still unknown , may live with thee ; And gentle zephyr's wing will sweep Thy solemn string , where low I sleep , Beneath the alder tree . This little dirge will please me more Than the full requiem's ...
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... lyre ; And the spirit sinks to ease , Lulled by distant symphonies . Oh ! to think of meeting there The friends whose graves received our tear , The daughter loved , the wife adored , To our widowed arms restored ; And all the joys ...
... lyre ; And the spirit sinks to ease , Lulled by distant symphonies . Oh ! to think of meeting there The friends whose graves received our tear , The daughter loved , the wife adored , To our widowed arms restored ; And all the joys ...
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... lyre She charms the falchion from the savage grasp , And melting into pity , vengeful Ire Looses the bloody breastplate's iron clasp . With her in pensive mood I long to roam , At midnight's hour , or evening's calm decline , And ...
... lyre She charms the falchion from the savage grasp , And melting into pity , vengeful Ire Looses the bloody breastplate's iron clasp . With her in pensive mood I long to roam , At midnight's hour , or evening's calm decline , And ...
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... lyre , yet thou canst still Call the warm tear from its thrice hallowed cell , And with recalled images of bliss Warm my reluctant heart : yes , I would throw , Once more would throw , a quick and hurried hand O'er the responding chords ...
... lyre , yet thou canst still Call the warm tear from its thrice hallowed cell , And with recalled images of bliss Warm my reluctant heart : yes , I would throw , Once more would throw , a quick and hurried hand O'er the responding chords ...
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Términos y frases comunes
art thou beam beneath bliss breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charm cheek Clifton Grove clouds cold dark dear death deep delight Derry dirge distant dost drear E'en Edwy eternal faint Fancy Fancy's fate feel fire flame gale genius gloom Gondoline grave H. K. WHITE hail harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour JOSIAH CONDER joys KIRKE WHITE life's light lonely loud lyre maid melancholy moon morn mortal mournful Muse never night o'er pale peace pensive quatorzain reclined RIVER TRENT round scene shade sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem storm stream sublime sullen sweet swell tear tell tempest thee thine thou thought throne twas vale wandering wave weary weep wild winds wing youth
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Página 51 - 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 15 - 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 19 - O'er many a distant foreign land; Each place, each province I have tried, And sung and danced my saraband.
Página 25 - 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 51 - So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 34 - But, soon inured to alphabetic toils, Alert I met the dame with jocund smiles — First at the form, my task for ever true, A little...
Página 14 - ... it is hard To feel the hand of Death arrest one's steps, Throw a chill blight o'er all one's budding hopes, And hurl one's soul untimely to the shades, Lost in the gaping gulf of blank oblivion. Fifty years hence, and who will hear of Henry ? Oh ! none ; — another busy brood of beings Will shoot up in the interim, and none Will hold him in remembrance.
Página 39 - And now my spirit's faint, and I have hung The shell, that solaced me in saddest hour, On the dark cypress ! and the strings which rung With Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or, when the breeze comes by, moan and are heard no more.
Página 34 - In yonder cot, along whose mouldering walls In many a fold the mantling woodbine falls, The village matron kept her little school, Gentle of heart, yet knowing well to rule; Staid was the dame, and modest was her mien...
Página 50 - And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And Thou wilt bless our way ; Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day. 877 Psalm 63. CM "T...