The Remains of Henry Kirke White ; of Nottingham, Late of St. John's College, CambridgeVernor, Hood, and Sharpe, 1807 - 320 pages |
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... things , Of taxes , ministers , and kings , Or else tell all the village news , How madam did the ' squire refuse ; How parson on his tythes was bent , And landlord oft distrained for rent . Thus do they talk , till in the sky The pale ...
... things , Of taxes , ministers , and kings , Or else tell all the village news , How madam did the ' squire refuse ; How parson on his tythes was bent , And landlord oft distrained for rent . Thus do they talk , till in the sky The pale ...
Page 77
... ivy filled and weeping larch , The night gale whispers sadly clear , Speaking dear things to fancy's ear , We'll hold communion with the shade , Of some deep - wailing ruined maid --- 1 Or call the ghost of Spenser down , To tell 77.
... ivy filled and weeping larch , The night gale whispers sadly clear , Speaking dear things to fancy's ear , We'll hold communion with the shade , Of some deep - wailing ruined maid --- 1 Or call the ghost of Spenser down , To tell 77.
Page 78
... lamp shall burn , By fallen Genius ' sainted urn ; As o'er the scroll of Time I pore , And sagely spell of ancient lore , Till I can rightly guess of all That Plato could to memory call , And scan the formless views of things ; Or with 78.
... lamp shall burn , By fallen Genius ' sainted urn ; As o'er the scroll of Time I pore , And sagely spell of ancient lore , Till I can rightly guess of all That Plato could to memory call , And scan the formless views of things ; Or with 78.
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Henry Kirke White. And scan the formless views of things ; Or with old Egypt's fetter'd kings , Arrange the mystic trains that shine In night's high philosophic mine ; And to thy name shall e'er belong The honours of undying song . ODE ...
Henry Kirke White. And scan the formless views of things ; Or with old Egypt's fetter'd kings , Arrange the mystic trains that shine In night's high philosophic mine ; And to thy name shall e'er belong The honours of undying song . ODE ...
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... things ! -I hop'd I should not leave The earth without a vestige ; -Fate decrees It shall be otherwise , and I submit . Henceforth , oh world , no more of thy desires ! No more of hope ! the wanton vagrant Hope ! I abjure all . - Now ...
... things ! -I hop'd I should not leave The earth without a vestige ; -Fate decrees It shall be otherwise , and I submit . Henceforth , oh world , no more of thy desires ! No more of hope ! the wanton vagrant Hope ! I abjure all . - Now ...
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art thou Behold beneath breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charms cheek CHRISTIAD CLIFTON GROVE clouds croud dark dear death deep delight dirge distant dost dread drear Eolian eternal faint fancy fear feel flame gale Genius gleam gloom Gondoline grave groves harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy honours hour joys lazy Kate life's light lonely loud lyre maid melancholy mighty mind moon mortal mournful muse never night o'er pain pale pangs peace pensive pleasure Poems poet Pythagoras Quatorzain rest rise River Trent round scene serene shade sigh sight silent sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem steal storm stream sublime sweet sweetly tale tear tell thee thine thought throne twas vale vault of death wakeful wandering wave weep wild winds wing wrapt youth
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Page 128 - 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 hadst 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 ; How...
Page 124 - When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One Star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 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.
Page 195 - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under his feet. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly : yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Page 209 - Tis she ! — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd ' Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it in heaven a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a Lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those...
Page 198 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Page 196 - 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.
Page 125 - 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 moor'd, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever, and for evermore, The star, the star of Bethlehem ! THE HIDING-PLACE.
Page 206 - Through Pope's soft song though all the Graces breathe, And happiest art adorn his Attic page; Yet does my mind with sweeter transport glow, As at the root of mossy trunk reclin'd, In magic Spenser's wildly-warbled song I see deserted Una wander wide Through wasteful solitudes, and lurid heaths...
Page 203 - ... 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 be, and earth Was.
Page 59 - Thou broodest on the calm that 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...