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... seen the light . Perhaps it may be asked of him , what are his motives for this publication ? He answers -simply these : The facilitation through its means of those studies which , from his earliest infancy , have been the principal ...
... seen the light . Perhaps it may be asked of him , what are his motives for this publication ? He answers -simply these : The facilitation through its means of those studies which , from his earliest infancy , have been the principal ...
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... seen deep , down the cliffs impending side Through hanging woods , now gleams its silver tide . Dim is my up - land path , -across the Green Fantastic shadows fling , -yet oft between The chequer'd glooms , the moon her chaste ray sheds ...
... seen deep , down the cliffs impending side Through hanging woods , now gleams its silver tide . Dim is my up - land path , -across the Green Fantastic shadows fling , -yet oft between The chequer'd glooms , the moon her chaste ray sheds ...
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... , still the rustics name ; ' Twas there the blushing maid confess'd her flame . Down yon green lane they oft were seen to hie , When evening slumber'd on the western sky . That blasted yew , that mouldering walnut bare , Each 20.
... , still the rustics name ; ' Twas there the blushing maid confess'd her flame . Down yon green lane they oft were seen to hie , When evening slumber'd on the western sky . That blasted yew , that mouldering walnut bare , Each 20.
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... speak , Why does the salt tear moisten on thy cheek ? " 6 Say , what is wrong ? " - Now , through a parting cloud , The pale moon peer'd from her tempestuous shroud , And Bateman's face was seen ; - ' twas deadly C 3 21.
... speak , Why does the salt tear moisten on thy cheek ? " 6 Say , what is wrong ? " - Now , through a parting cloud , The pale moon peer'd from her tempestuous shroud , And Bateman's face was seen ; - ' twas deadly C 3 21.
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Henry Kirke White Robert Southey. And Bateman's face was seen ; - ' twas deadly white , And sorrow seem'd to sicken in his sight . 66 66 Oh , speak my love ! " again the maid conjur'd , Why is thy heart in sullen woe immur'd ? ” He rais ...
Henry Kirke White Robert Southey. And Bateman's face was seen ; - ' twas deadly white , And sorrow seem'd to sicken in his sight . 66 66 Oh , speak my love ! " again the maid conjur'd , Why is thy heart in sullen woe immur'd ? ” He rais ...
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The remains of Henry Kirke White [ed.] with an acount of his life ..., Volumen2 Henry Kirke White Sin vista previa disponible - 1823 |
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Términos y frases comunes
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.