The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham with an Account of His Life, Volumen2Longmans, 1816 |
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... ambient skies , The pale mechanic leaves the labouring loom , The air - pent hold , the pestilential room , And rushes out , impatient to begin The stated course of customary sin : Now , now my solitary way I bend Where solemn Clifton ...
... ambient skies , The pale mechanic leaves the labouring loom , The air - pent hold , the pestilential room , And rushes out , impatient to begin The stated course of customary sin : Now , now my solitary way I bend Where solemn Clifton ...
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... hold her down From jumping in the sea . The hag held a lock of the hair in her hand , And it was soft and fair , It must have been a lovely child , To have had such lovely hair . And she said , the father in his arms He held his sickly ...
... hold her down From jumping in the sea . The hag held a lock of the hair in her hand , And it was soft and fair , It must have been a lovely child , To have had such lovely hair . And she said , the father in his arms He held his sickly ...
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... hold Your brilliant places in the sable vault Of night's dominions ! Planets , and central orbs - Of other systems : - big as the burning sun - Which lights this nether globe , yet to our eye Small as the glow - worm's lamp ! - To you I ...
... hold Your brilliant places in the sable vault Of night's dominions ! Planets , and central orbs - Of other systems : - big as the burning sun - Which lights this nether globe , yet to our eye Small as the glow - worm's lamp ! - To you I ...
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... The spirit of my love might now awake , And hold its custom'd converse . Mary , lo ; Thy Edward kneels upon thy verdant grave , And calls upon thy name . The breeze that blows On his wan cheek will soon sweep over him In 47.
... The spirit of my love might now awake , And hold its custom'd converse . Mary , lo ; Thy Edward kneels upon thy verdant grave , And calls upon thy name . The breeze that blows On his wan cheek will soon sweep over him In 47.
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... wash'd walls and plaster floor , So noble large , ' tis scarcely able To admit a single chair and table : And ( lest the muse should die with cold ) A smoky grate my fire to hold : So wonderous small , ' twould much it pose To 48.
... wash'd walls and plaster floor , So noble large , ' tis scarcely able To admit a single chair and table : And ( lest the muse should die with cold ) A smoky grate my fire to hold : So wonderous small , ' twould much it pose To 48.
Términos y frases comunes
art thou Athyras awful beauty Behold bliss bosom breast calm CAPEL LOFFT charms cheek CLIFTON GROVE clouds Constantinople crowd dark death deep delight distant divine dost drear eternal fancy fear feel genius gloom Gondoline grace grave groves happiness harmony harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven honours hope human light lonely loud lowly lyre maid MELANCHOLY HOURS mighty mighty winds mind misery moon mortal mournful muse nature never night o'er Ovid pain pale peace pensive philosophy Plato pleasure poem poet praise prayer Pythagoras Quatorzain racter rise round scene serene shade sigh silent sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song sonnet soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem storm stream sublime sweet tear tell thee thine Thomas Warton thou thought throne twas vale verse virtue wandering wave weep wild winds wing youth Zoroaster
Pasajes populares
Página 130 - 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...
Página 197 - 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.
Página 127 - 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.
Página 131 - 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. [Yet, though thou fade, From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise ; And teach the Maid That Goodness Time's rude hand defies ; That Virtue lives when Beauty dies.] HK WHITE. «I AM PLEASED, AND YET I'M SAD.
Página 127 - 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.
Página 211 - 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...
Página 198 - 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.
Página 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...
Página 199 - Parts it may ravage, but preserves the whole. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but Passion is the gale ; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
Página 126 - And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And thou wilt bless our way ; Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day.