The Complete Works of Henry Kirke White: With an Account of His Life |
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... feeling any dislike to his own profession , that he was even attach- ed to it , and had indulged a hope that one day or other he should make his way to the Bar , a deafness to which he had always been subject , and which appeared to ...
... feeling any dislike to his own profession , that he was even attach- ed to it , and had indulged a hope that one day or other he should make his way to the Bar , a deafness to which he had always been subject , and which appeared to ...
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... feeling in which we truly sympathize , and which shall readily excuse , with us , some expressions of irritation : but Mr. White must receive our most serious declaration , that we did " judge of the book by the book itself ...
... feeling in which we truly sympathize , and which shall readily excuse , with us , some expressions of irritation : but Mr. White must receive our most serious declaration , that we did " judge of the book by the book itself ...
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... feel respecting your opinion of my little volume . The extreme acrimony with which the Monthly Review ( of all others the most important ) treated me , threw me into a state of stupefaction : I regarded all that had passed as a dream ...
... feel respecting your opinion of my little volume . The extreme acrimony with which the Monthly Review ( of all others the most important ) treated me , threw me into a state of stupefaction : I regarded all that had passed as a dream ...
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... feel it : And as for contempt , take no pains to conceal it ; And so in the suite , by these laudable ends , I've a great many foes , and a very few friends . And yet , my dear Fanny , there are who can feel That this proud heart of ...
... feel it : And as for contempt , take no pains to conceal it ; And so in the suite , by these laudable ends , I've a great many foes , and a very few friends . And yet , my dear Fanny , there are who can feel That this proud heart of ...
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... feel the freshness of the balmy breeze ! Yet nature speaks within the human bosom , And , spite of reason , bids it look beyond His narrow verge of being , and provide A decent residence for its clayey shell , Endear'd to it by time ...
... feel the freshness of the balmy breeze ! Yet nature speaks within the human bosom , And , spite of reason , bids it look beyond His narrow verge of being , and provide A decent residence for its clayey shell , Endear'd to it by time ...
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Page 348 - 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 124 - 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 124 - 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.
Page 349 - 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 198 - 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...
Page 284 - We know whom we have believed, and are persuaded that he is able to keep that which we have committed unto him against that day.
Page 139 - Tis passing strange, to mark his fallacies: Behold him proudly view some pompous pile, Whose high dome swells to emulate the skies, And smile, and say, my name shall live with this Till Time shall be no more...
Page 28 - O'er Beauty's fall; Her praise resounds no more when mantled in her pall. 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.
Page 85 - ... 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...
Page 27 - Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world ; To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die.