The remains of Henry Kirke White [ed.] with an acount of his life by R. Southey, Volume 2 |
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... moan , As overwhelmed with want and woe , he sinks unknown . III . 1 . Yet was the muse not always seen In poverty's dejected mien , Not always did repining rue , And misery her steps F3 69 Ode to the Earl of Carlisle.
... moan , As overwhelmed with want and woe , he sinks unknown . III . 1 . Yet was the muse not always seen In poverty's dejected mien , Not always did repining rue , And misery her steps F3 69 Ode to the Earl of Carlisle.
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... muse as base ; How differently thought the sires of this degenerate race ! " I. 2 . Thus sang the minstrel : -still at eve The upland's woody shades among In broken measures did he grieve , With solitary song . And still his shame was ...
... muse as base ; How differently thought the sires of this degenerate race ! " I. 2 . Thus sang the minstrel : -still at eve The upland's woody shades among In broken measures did he grieve , With solitary song . And still his shame was ...
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... Shall echo from the neighbouring croft ; And as we trace the green path lone , With moss and rank weeds overgrown , We will muse on pensive lore , Till the full soul brimming o'er , Shall in our upturn'd eyes appear , Embodied in a 75.
... Shall echo from the neighbouring croft ; And as we trace the green path lone , With moss and rank weeds overgrown , We will muse on pensive lore , Till the full soul brimming o'er , Shall in our upturn'd eyes appear , Embodied in a 75.
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... Muse , admiring , fain would bring ; She longs to lisp thee to the listening throng , And with thy name to bid the woodlands ring . Fain would she blazon all thy virtues forth , Thy warm philanthropy , thy justice mild , Would say how ...
... Muse , admiring , fain would bring ; She longs to lisp thee to the listening throng , And with thy name to bid the woodlands ring . Fain would she blazon all thy virtues forth , Thy warm philanthropy , thy justice mild , Would say how ...
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... thy tremulous tones , My long neglected harp . - He must not sink ; The good , the brave — he must not , shall not sink Without the weed of some melodious tear . Though from the Muse's chalice I may pour No precious I 4 119.
... thy tremulous tones , My long neglected harp . - He must not sink ; The good , the brave — he must not , shall not sink Without the weed of some melodious tear . Though from the Muse's chalice I may pour No precious I 4 119.
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art thou beam Behold breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charms cheek CHRISTIAD CLIFTON GROVE clouds croud dark death deep delight distant dost dreams drear eternal faint fancy fear feel gale genius gleam gloom Gondoline grave groves harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE honours hope hour 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 silent sing sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem steal stern storm stream sublime sweet sweetly 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 126 - 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 small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 194 - 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 192 - 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 123 - Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
Page 191 - 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 123 - Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem. V. It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And through the storm and dangers' thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
Page 122 - WHEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 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 203 - Thro' wasteful solitudes, and lurid heaths, Weary, forlorn ; than when the fated fair Upon the bosom bright of silver Thames Launches in all the lustre of brocade, Amid the splendours of the laughing Sun. The gay description palls upon the sense. And coldly strikes the mind with feeble bliss.
Page 187 - Thus far have I pursued my solemn theme With self-rewarding toil ; — thus far have sung Of godlike deeds, far loftier than beseem The lyre, which I in early days have strung ; And now my spirits faint, and I have hung The shell, that solaced me -in saddest hour, On the dark cypress ! and the strings which rung With Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or when the breeze comes by moan and are heard no more.
Page 52 - Thee, when young spring first questioned winter's sway. 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.