Account of the life of H. K. White. Poems inserted in the life. Poems inserted in the letters. Tributary verses. Poems written before the publication of Clifton GroveVernor, Hood, and Sharpe, 1808 |
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... the view , at some future period , of getting a situation in a hosier's warehouse . During the time that he was thus employed , he might be said to be truly unhappy ; he went to his work with evident reluctance , and could not 6.
... the view , at some future period , of getting a situation in a hosier's warehouse . During the time that he was thus employed , he might be said to be truly unhappy ; he went to his work with evident reluctance , and could not 6.
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... future and remote consequences of things . He no longer limited his views to the narrow confines of earthly existence ; he was not happy till he had learnt to rest and expatiate in a world to come . What he said to me when we became ...
... future and remote consequences of things . He no longer limited his views to the narrow confines of earthly existence ; he was not happy till he had learnt to rest and expatiate in a world to come . What he said to me when we became ...
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... future being ? Think what strains of joy and tranquillity fall on the ear of the saint who is just swooning into the arms of his Redeemer ; what fear- ful shapes , and dreadful images of a disturbed con- science , surround the sinner's ...
... future being ? Think what strains of joy and tranquillity fall on the ear of the saint who is just swooning into the arms of his Redeemer ; what fear- ful shapes , and dreadful images of a disturbed con- science , surround the sinner's ...
Página 66
... future excellence . - You will laugh . I have also turned poet , and have translated an ode of Horace into English verse , also for the Monthly Preceptor , but , un- fortunately , when I sent it , I forgot the title , so it won't be ...
... future excellence . - You will laugh . I have also turned poet , and have translated an ode of Horace into English verse , also for the Monthly Preceptor , but , un- fortunately , when I sent it , I forgot the title , so it won't be ...
Página 67
... but it is very late , and must beg leave to wish you good night . I am , Dear Brother , Your affectionate Friend , H. K. WHITE . P. S. You may expect a regular correspondence from me in future , but no sneers ; and shall F 2 67.
... but it is very late , and must beg leave to wish you good night . I am , Dear Brother , Your affectionate Friend , H. K. WHITE . P. S. You may expect a regular correspondence from me in future , but no sneers ; and shall F 2 67.
Términos y frases comunes
affection affectionate amusement BROTHER NEVILLE calm Cambridge CAPEL LOFFT Catton CHARLESWORTH cheerful christian church classical Clifton Grove comfort dæmons DEAR MOTHER DEAR NEVILLE DEAR SIR death delight duty expected faith fear feel fond genius give grace Greek H. K. WHITE habits hand happy hear heart Henry Kirke White holy honour hope hour Jesus Christ JOHN CHARLESWORTH John's labour learned leave leisure letter live lyre MADDOCK mind morning muse never night Nottingham o'er peace pleasure poems poet pray prayer present reason received regard religion religious satis scene Septuagint shew sigh Sizar sleep song soon sorrow soul spirit strong medicines sure sweet tear tell thee thing thou thought thro tion toil trust truth tutor verses virtues Winteringham wish write written young
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Página 267 - O put thy trust in God : for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my countenance, and my God.
Página 17 - Come, thou shalt form my nosegay now, And I will bind thee round my brow ; And as I twine the mournful wreath, I'll weave a melancholy song: And sweet the strain shall be and long, The melody of death.
Página 36 - HERE would I wish to sleep. — This is the spot Which I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in; Tired out and wearied with the riotous world, Beneath this yew I would be sepulchred. It is a lovely spot ! The sultry sun, From his meridian height, endeavours vainly To pierce the shadowy foliage, while the zephyr Comes wafting gently o'er the rippling Trent, And plays about my wan cheek. 'Tis a nook Most pleasant.
Página 33 - Though Fancy flies away Before thy hollow tread, Yet Meditation, in her cell, Hears, with faint eye, the lingering knell, That tells her hopes are dead ; And though the tear By chance appear, Yet she can smile, and say, My all was not laid here.
Página 49 - London to recruit himself,—the worst place to which he could have gone: the variety of stimulating objects there hurried and agitated him, and when he returned to College, he was so completely ill, that no power of medicine, could save him. His mind was worn out, and it was the opinion of his medical attendants, that if he had recovered, his intellect would have been affected.
Página 4 - Will never greet my longing eyes ; Still will they cheat in vision fine, Yet never but in fancy shine. Oh, that I were the little wren That shrilly chirps from yonder glen ! Oh, far away I then would rove To some secluded bushy grove ; There hop and sing with careless glee, Hop and sing at liberty ; And, till death should stop my lays, Far from men would spend my days.
Página 16 - Sky were not orthodox rhymes, according to his wise canons of criticism, sat down to blast the hopes of a boy, who had confessed to him all his hopes and all his difficulties, and thrown himself upon his mercy. With such a letter before him, (by mere accident I saw that which had been sent to the Critical Review, ) even though the poems had been bad...
Página 56 - It was in him a living and quickening principle of goodness, which sanctified all his hopes and all his affections; which made him keep watch over his own heart, and enabled him to correct the few symptoms, which it ever displayed, of human imperfection.
Página 73 - Tired of earth And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Through fields of air, pursues the flying storm, Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or, yoked with whirlwinds, and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day.
Página 18 - 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.