The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham with an Account of His Life, Volumen2Longmans, 1816 |
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... looks around , he cries with glee , These bounding prospects all were made for me : For me yon waving fields their burthen bear , For me yon labourer guides the shining share , While happy I in idle ease recline , And mark the glorious ...
... looks around , he cries with glee , These bounding prospects all were made for me : For me yon waving fields their burthen bear , For me yon labourer guides the shining share , While happy I in idle ease recline , And mark the glorious ...
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... look of kind benevolence ? - Thou canst : For thou art full of universal love , And in thy boundless goodness wilt impart Thy beams as well to me as to the proud , The pageant insects of a glittering hour . Oh ! when reflecting on these ...
... look of kind benevolence ? - Thou canst : For thou art full of universal love , And in thy boundless goodness wilt impart Thy beams as well to me as to the proud , The pageant insects of a glittering hour . Oh ! when reflecting on these ...
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... look Where far below the weather - beaten skiff On the gulph bottom of the ocean strook . Thou mark'dst him drink with ruthless ear The death - sob , and , disdaining rest , Thou saw'st how danger fir'd his breast , And in his young ...
... look Where far below the weather - beaten skiff On the gulph bottom of the ocean strook . Thou mark'dst him drink with ruthless ear The death - sob , and , disdaining rest , Thou saw'st how danger fir'd his breast , And in his young ...
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... of hope ! the wanton vagrant Hope ! - I abjure all . Now other cares engross me , And my tir'd soul , with emulative haste , Looks to its God , and prunes its wings for Heaven . PASTORAL SONG . COME , Anna ! come , the G 3 85.
... of hope ! the wanton vagrant Hope ! - I abjure all . Now other cares engross me , And my tir'd soul , with emulative haste , Looks to its God , and prunes its wings for Heaven . PASTORAL SONG . COME , Anna ! come , the G 3 85.
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... looks with awe , And thou at thy flash'd car dost nations draw , Yet ah ! unseen behind thee fly Corroding Anguish , soul - subduing Pain , And Discontent that clouds the fairest sky : A melancholy train . Yes , Genius , thee a thousand ...
... looks with awe , And thou at thy flash'd car dost nations draw , Yet ah ! unseen behind thee fly Corroding Anguish , soul - subduing Pain , And Discontent that clouds the fairest sky : A melancholy train . Yes , Genius , thee a thousand ...
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
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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.