The remains of Henry Kirke White [ed.] with an acount of his life by R. Southey, Volumen2 |
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... live with thee , And gentle zephyr's wing will sweep Thy solemn string , where low I sleep , Beneath the alder tree . VI . This little dirge will please me more Than the full requiem's swelling peal ; I'd rather than that crouds should ...
... live with thee , And gentle zephyr's wing will sweep Thy solemn string , where low I sleep , Beneath the alder tree . VI . This little dirge will please me more Than the full requiem's swelling peal ; I'd rather than that crouds should ...
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... live , is to be blest . While happiness evades the busy croud In rural coverts loves the maid to shroud . And thou , too , Inspiration , whose wild flame Shoots with electric swiftness thro ' the frame , Thou here , dost love to sit ...
... live , is to be blest . While happiness evades the busy croud In rural coverts loves the maid to shroud . And thou , too , Inspiration , whose wild flame Shoots with electric swiftness thro ' the frame , Thou here , dost love to sit ...
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... live , " And I in peace will die . " She wander'd o'er the lonely shore , The Curlew scream'd above , She heard the scream with a sickening heart , Much boding of her love . Yet still she kept her lonely way , And this was all her cry ...
... live , " And I in peace will die . " She wander'd o'er the lonely shore , The Curlew scream'd above , She heard the scream with a sickening heart , Much boding of her love . Yet still she kept her lonely way , And this was all her cry ...
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... live , Now kiss my cheek , that ere I die Thy sins I may forgive . And the murderess bent to kiss her cheek , And she lifted the sharp , bright knife , And the mother saw her fell intent , And hard she begg❜d for life . But prayers ...
... live , Now kiss my cheek , that ere I die Thy sins I may forgive . And the murderess bent to kiss her cheek , And she lifted the sharp , bright knife , And the mother saw her fell intent , And hard she begg❜d for life . But prayers ...
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... live on earth , That I may die in peace , and claim a place In thy high dwelling . - All but this is folly , The vain illusions of deceitful life . LINES , SUPPOSED TO BE SPOKEN BY A LOVER , AT THE GRAVE OF HIS MISTRESS . Occasioned by ...
... live on earth , That I may die in peace , and claim a place In thy high dwelling . - All but this is folly , The vain illusions of deceitful life . LINES , SUPPOSED TO BE SPOKEN BY A LOVER , AT THE GRAVE OF HIS MISTRESS . Occasioned by ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.