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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... Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul . These hallow'd shades , -these trees that woo the wind , Recal its faintest features to my mind . A hundred passing years , with march sublime , Have swept beneath the ...
... Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul . These hallow'd shades , -these trees that woo the wind , Recal its faintest features to my mind . A hundred passing years , with march sublime , Have swept beneath the ...
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... reason with Despair , But tell not Misery's son that life is fair . Thou , who in Plenty's lavish lap hast roll'd , And every year with new delight hast told , Thou , who recumbent on the lacquer'd barge , Hast dropt down joy's gay ...
... reason with Despair , But tell not Misery's son that life is fair . Thou , who in Plenty's lavish lap hast roll'd , And every year with new delight hast told , Thou , who recumbent on the lacquer'd barge , Hast dropt down joy's gay ...
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... reasons of eternity , As of the train of ages , -when , alas ! Ten thousand thousand of his centuries Are , in comparison , a little point Too trivial for accompt . - O , it is strange , ' Tis passing strange , to mark his fallacies ...
... reasons of eternity , As of the train of ages , -when , alas ! Ten thousand thousand of his centuries Are , in comparison , a little point Too trivial for accompt . - O , it is strange , ' Tis passing strange , to mark his fallacies ...
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... reason stands confess'd Foolish , and insignificant , and mean . Who can apply the futile argument Of finite beings to infinity ? He might as well compress the universe Into the hollow compass of a gourd , Scoop'd out by human art ; or ...
... reason stands confess'd Foolish , and insignificant , and mean . Who can apply the futile argument Of finite beings to infinity ? He might as well compress the universe Into the hollow compass of a gourd , Scoop'd out by human art ; or ...
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... reason in the mind , Man is foredoom'd the thorns of grief to find ; At every step has farther cause to know The draught of pleasure still is dash'd with woe . Yet in the youthful breast , for ever caught 5 With some new object for ...
... reason in the mind , Man is foredoom'd the thorns of grief to find ; At every step has farther cause to know The draught of pleasure still is dash'd with woe . Yet in the youthful breast , for ever caught 5 With some new object for ...
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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...