The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke White1880 - 55 páginas |
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... dear , From its sweet source can call the sacred tear , And ( lulled to rest stern Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul . These hallowed shades , these trees that woo the Recall its faintest features to my ...
... dear , From its sweet source can call the sacred tear , And ( lulled to rest stern Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul . These hallowed shades , these trees that woo the Recall its faintest features to my ...
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... dear , Which oft in youth has charmed my listening ear ; That tale , which bade me find redoubled sweets In the drear silence of these dark retreats , And even now , with melancholy power , Adds a new pleasure to the lonely hour . ' Mid ...
... dear , Which oft in youth has charmed my listening ear ; That tale , which bade me find redoubled sweets In the drear silence of these dark retreats , And even now , with melancholy power , Adds a new pleasure to the lonely hour . ' Mid ...
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... dear Ned , you curious dog ! You'll have my earthly catalogue . But stay , I nearly had left out My bellows , destitute of snout ; And on the walls , good Heavens ! why there I've such a load of precious ware , Of heads , and coins ...
... dear Ned , you curious dog ! You'll have my earthly catalogue . But stay , I nearly had left out My bellows , destitute of snout ; And on the walls , good Heavens ! why there I've such a load of precious ware , Of heads , and coins ...
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... dear ; I cannot bear thy sobs to see ; Harsh is thy father , little one , And never will he shelter thee . Oh , that I were but in my grave , And winds were piping o'er me loud ; And thou , my poor , my orphan babe , Wert nestling in ...
... dear ; I cannot bear thy sobs to see ; Harsh is thy father , little one , And never will he shelter thee . Oh , that I were but in my grave , And winds were piping o'er me loud ; And thou , my poor , my orphan babe , Wert nestling in ...
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... dear to me the wreath of bay , Perhaps from me debarred ; And dear to me the classic zone , While every bleaching breeze that on her blows , Chastens her spotless purity of breast , And hardens her to bear Serene the ills of life . THE ...
... dear to me the wreath of bay , Perhaps from me debarred ; And dear to me the classic zone , While every bleaching breeze that on her blows , Chastens her spotless purity of breast , And hardens her to bear Serene the ills of life . THE ...
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art thou beam beneath bliss breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charm cheek Clifton Grove clouds cold dark dear death deep delight Derry dirge distant dost drear E'en Edwy eternal faint Fancy Fancy's fate feel fire flame gale genius gloom Gondoline grave H. K. WHITE hail harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour JOSIAH CONDER joys KIRKE WHITE life's light lonely loud lyre maid melancholy moon morn mortal mournful Muse never night o'er pale peace pensive quatorzain reclined RIVER TRENT round scene shade sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem storm stream sublime sullen sweet swell tear tell tempest thee thine thou thought throne twas vale wandering wave weary weep wild winds wing youth
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Página 51 - 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 15 - 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...
Página 19 - O'er many a distant foreign land; Each place, each province I have tried, And sung and danced my saraband.
Página 25 - The most beloved on earth Not long survives to-day ; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away. Thus does the shade In memory fade, When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid.
Página 51 - So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 34 - But, soon inured to alphabetic toils, Alert I met the dame with jocund smiles — First at the form, my task for ever true, A little...
Página 14 - ... it is hard To feel the hand of Death arrest one's steps, Throw a chill blight o'er all one's budding hopes, And hurl one's soul untimely to the shades, Lost in the gaping gulf of blank oblivion. Fifty years hence, and who will hear of Henry ? Oh ! none ; — another busy brood of beings Will shoot up in the interim, and none Will hold him in remembrance.
Página 39 - And now my spirit's 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 34 - 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 50 - 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. 877 Psalm 63. CM "T...