The Life and Remains of Henry Kirke White: Of Nottingham: Late of St. John's College, CambridgeJ.F. Dove, 1827 - 455 páginas |
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... by T. Park . LETTERS . Remarks on the English Poets . -Sternhold and Hopkins . Remarks on the English Poets . - Warton . Cursory Remarks on Tragedy . Melancholy Hours , I. to XII . Reflections on Prayer . vi CONTENTS .
... by T. Park . LETTERS . Remarks on the English Poets . -Sternhold and Hopkins . Remarks on the English Poets . - Warton . Cursory Remarks on Tragedy . Melancholy Hours , I. to XII . Reflections on Prayer . vi CONTENTS .
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... letter to his brother Neville , we find an instance of Henry's extempore powers in the art of poetry . A friend had doubted these powers , upon which Henry thus addressed him : ' Yet ah ! thy arrows are too keen , too sure , ' & c . At ...
... letter to his brother Neville , we find an instance of Henry's extempore powers in the art of poetry . A friend had doubted these powers , upon which Henry thus addressed him : ' Yet ah ! thy arrows are too keen , too sure , ' & c . At ...
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... letters and of tongues ? Even as the mists Of the gray morn before the rising sun , That pass away and perish . Earthly things Are but the transient pageants of an hour ; And earthly pride is like the passing flower , That springs to ...
... letters and of tongues ? Even as the mists Of the gray morn before the rising sun , That pass away and perish . Earthly things Are but the transient pageants of an hour ; And earthly pride is like the passing flower , That springs to ...
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... , and blends with heaven ! + T. PARK . + Young , I think , says of Narcissa , ' she sparkled , was exhaled , and went to heaven . ' END OF POETICAL REMAINS . LETTERS . TO HIS BROTHER NEVILLE . DEAR BROTHER , $ 2 HENRY KIRKE WHITE . 207.
... , and blends with heaven ! + T. PARK . + Young , I think , says of Narcissa , ' she sparkled , was exhaled , and went to heaven . ' END OF POETICAL REMAINS . LETTERS . TO HIS BROTHER NEVILLE . DEAR BROTHER , $ 2 HENRY KIRKE WHITE . 207.
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... letter which I wrote , nearly six months ago ; but , as I never heard you mention it in any of my mother's letters , I am induced to think it has miscar- ried , or been mislaid in your office . It is now nearly four months since I ...
... letter which I wrote , nearly six months ago ; but , as I never heard you mention it in any of my mother's letters , I am induced to think it has miscar- ried , or been mislaid in your office . It is now nearly four months since I ...
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art thou Athyras bliss breast BROTHER NEVILLE calm CAPEL LOFFT Catton charms Christian Clifton Grove clouds cold dark DEAR NEVILLE death delight divine dost eternal fancy fear feel gale genius give gloom Gondoline grace grave H. K. WHITE hand happy hear heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Honington honours hope hour Jesus JOHN CHARLESWORTH John's leave letter light live lonely lyre melancholy mind moon morning mortal mother mournful muse never night Nottingham o'er pain pale peace pensive pleasure poems poet pray prayer Pythagoras quatorzain religion round scene shade sigh silent sizar sleep smile solemn song sonnet soon sorrow soul sound spirit storm sublime sure sweet tear tell thee Themistocles thine thing thou thought throne tion vale verses wandering wave weep wild winds Winteringham write youth
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Página 374 - 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 100 - BETHLEHEM. 1 WHEN, marshalled 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 375 - 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 52 - 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. So virtue blooms, brought forth amid the storms Of chill adversity, in some lone walk Of life she rears her head, Obscure and unobserved; While every bleaching breeze that on her blows, Chastens her spotless purity of breast, And hardens her to bear Serene the ills...
Página 174 - And hark ! the wind god, as he flies, Moans hollow in the forest trees, And sailing on the gusty breeze, Mysterious music dies. Sweet flower ! that requiem wild is mine, It warns me to the lonely shrine, The cold turf altar of the dead : My grave shall be in yon lone spot, Where as I lie, by all forgot, A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed.
Página 102 - 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 had'st 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, —...
Página 131 - In yonder cot, along whose mouldering walls In many a fold the mantling woodbine falls, The village matron kept her little school, Gentle of heart, yet knowing well to rule; Staid was the dame, and modest was her mien...
Página 376 - 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 180 - Come, Disappointment, come! Thou art not stern to me ; Sad Monitress ! I own thy sway, A votary sad in early day, I bend my knee to thee. From sun to sun My race will run, I only bow, and say, My God, thy will be done.
Página 57 - ... 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...