The Poetical Works and Remains of Henry Kirke WhiteButler, 1855 - 356 páginas |
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... storm . ' " If Mr. White should be instructed by Alma - mater , he will , doubtless , produce better sense and better rhymes . " I know not who was the writer of this precious article . It is certain that Henry could have no personal ...
... storm . ' " If Mr. White should be instructed by Alma - mater , he will , doubtless , produce better sense and better rhymes . " I know not who was the writer of this precious article . It is certain that Henry could have no personal ...
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... storm at midnight , and watching the lightning over the river and the vale towards the town . In this village his mother procured lodgings for him , and his place of retreat was kept secret , except from his nearest friends . Soon after ...
... storm at midnight , and watching the lightning over the river and the vale towards the town . In this village his mother procured lodgings for him , and his place of retreat was kept secret , except from his nearest friends . Soon after ...
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... storm ; And heard , while awe congealed my inmost soul . His voice terrific in the thunders roll . With secret joy , I viewed with vivid glare , The volleyed lightnings cleave the sullen air ; And , as the warring winds around reviled ...
... storm ; And heard , while awe congealed my inmost soul . His voice terrific in the thunders roll . With secret joy , I viewed with vivid glare , The volleyed lightnings cleave the sullen air ; And , as the warring winds around reviled ...
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... storms of fate . Though not for me , ' twas Heaven's divine command To roll in acres of paternal land , Yet still , my lot is blest , while I enjoy Thine opening beauties with a lover's eye . Happy is he , who , though the cup of bliss ...
... storms of fate . Though not for me , ' twas Heaven's divine command To roll in acres of paternal land , Yet still , my lot is blest , while I enjoy Thine opening beauties with a lover's eye . Happy is he , who , though the cup of bliss ...
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... storm has yelled the trees among . And now thou'rt here my fears are fled - yet speak , Why does the salt tear moisten on thy cheek ? Say , what is wrong ? " - Now , through a parting cloud , The pale moon peered from her tempestuous ...
... storm has yelled the trees among . And now thou'rt here my fears are fled - yet speak , Why does the salt tear moisten on thy cheek ? Say , what is wrong ? " - Now , through a parting cloud , The pale moon peered from her tempestuous ...
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art thou beam beneath bliss breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charm cheek CLIFTON GROVE clouds dark death deep delight Derry distant dost drear Engravings eternal fancy feel gale genius gilt and gilt gilt edges gloom Gondoline grave happy harp hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour life's light lonely loud lyre maid MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER melancholy mind moon mournful muse muslin never night Nottingham o'er pain pale peace pensive pleasure poems poet quatorzain round scene shade sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soon soothe sorrow soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem storm sublime sweet tear tell thee thine Thomas Warton thou thought throne Turkey Morocco twas vale verses wandering wave weary weep wild winds wing youth
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Página 267 - 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 166 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Página 268 - 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 114 - 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 114 - TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE. MILD offspring of a dark and sullen sire ! Whose modest form, so delicately fine, Was nursed in whirling storms And cradled in the winds.
Página 190 - What are our joys but dreams? and what our hopes But goodly shadows in the summer cloud ? There's not a wind that blows but bears with it Some rainbow promise: — Not a moment flies But puts its sickle in the fields of life, And mows its thousands, with their joys and cares.
Página 272 - 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 58 - ... when he went to Cambridge, he was immediately as much distinguished for his classical knowledge as his genius : but the seeds of death were in him, and the place to which he had so long looked on with hope, served unhappily as a hothouse to ripen them...