The Complete Works of Henry Kirke White: With an Account of His Life |
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... round of miserable follies , it is probable that she never opened the book ; otherwise , her heart was good enough to have felt a pleasure in encouraging the author . Oh , what a lesson would the history of that heart hold out . Henry ...
... round of miserable follies , it is probable that she never opened the book ; otherwise , her heart was good enough to have felt a pleasure in encouraging the author . Oh , what a lesson would the history of that heart hold out . Henry ...
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... 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 . The Rosemary buds in January . It is the flower commonly put in the coffins of the dead ...
... 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 . The Rosemary buds in January . It is the flower commonly put in the coffins of the dead ...
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... round my rural casement twine : The fresh gale o'er the green lawn breathes ; It fans my feverish brow , -it calms the mental strife , And cheerily re - illumes the lambent flame of life . The lark has her gay song begun , She leaves 16 ...
... round my rural casement twine : The fresh gale o'er the green lawn breathes ; It fans my feverish brow , -it calms the mental strife , And cheerily re - illumes the lambent flame of life . The lark has her gay song begun , She leaves 16 ...
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... round my brow resigned , thy peaceful cypress twine . 2 . 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 ...
... round my brow resigned , thy peaceful cypress twine . 2 . 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 ...
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... round , And slowly spell the rudely sculptured rhymes , And , in his rustic manner , moralize . I've mark'd with what a silent awe he'd spoken , With head uncover'd , his respectful manner , And all the honors which he paid the grave ...
... round , And slowly spell the rudely sculptured rhymes , And , in his rustic manner , moralize . I've mark'd with what a silent awe he'd spoken , With head uncover'd , his respectful manner , And all the honors which he paid the grave ...
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art thou bliss breast BROTHER NEVILLE calm Capel Lofft Catton charms Christian Clifton Grove dark DEAR NEVILLE death delight divine dost eternal fear feel gale genius give gloom Gondoline grace grave Greek H. K. WHITE hand happy harp hear heard heart Heaven Henry HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Honington honors hope hour Jesus JOHN CHARLESWORTH John's JOSIAH CONder leave letter light live lonely lyre melancholy mind moon morning mortal mother mournful muse nature never night Nottingham o'er pain pale peace pensive pleasure poems poet prayer Pythagoras Quatorzain religion round scene sigh silent sleep smile solemn song sonnet soon sorrow soul sound spirit sublime sweet tear tell thee thine things thou thought throne tion vale verses virtues wandering wave weep wild winds Winteringham wish write written young youth
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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.