The Remains of Henry Kirke White ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown., 1813 - Poets, English |
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... Amfictions self deplores the youthful doom Amictions semblance bends not o'er the tomb 14 Byron Engraved by JScout REMAINS OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE , OF NOTTINGHAM , LATE. Published by Longman Hurst Reas , Orme & Brown Jan.1.1813 . The.
... Amfictions self deplores the youthful doom Amictions semblance bends not o'er the tomb 14 Byron Engraved by JScout REMAINS OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE , OF NOTTINGHAM , LATE. Published by Longman Hurst Reas , Orme & Brown Jan.1.1813 . The.
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... wide , One from the other , scatter'd o'er the globe ; They were set down with sober steadiness , Each to his occupation . I alone , was worthy of better things : to her he spoke Extract from an Address to Contemplation, written at ...
... wide , One from the other , scatter'd o'er the globe ; They were set down with sober steadiness , Each to his occupation . I alone , was worthy of better things : to her he spoke Extract from an Address to Contemplation, written at ...
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... o'er the wintery desert drear To waft thy waste perfume ! Come , thou shalt form my nosegay now , And I will bind thee round my brow ; And as I twine the mournful wreath , I'll weave a melancholy song : And sweet the strain shall be and ...
... o'er the wintery desert drear To waft thy waste perfume ! Come , thou shalt form my nosegay now , And I will bind thee round my brow ; And as I twine the mournful wreath , I'll weave a melancholy song : And sweet the strain shall be and ...
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... o'er the spangled uplands tread ; Now through the custom'd wood - walk wend ; By many a green lane lies my way , Where high o'er head the wild briers bend , Till on the mountain's summit grey , I sit me down , and mark the glorious dawn ...
... o'er the spangled uplands tread ; Now through the custom'd wood - walk wend ; By many a green lane lies my way , Where high o'er head the wild briers bend , Till on the mountain's summit grey , I sit me down , and mark the glorious dawn ...
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... o'er , Fate dooms , ere long , the scene must close To ope on him no more . Yet , Morning ! unrepining still He'll greet thy beams awhile ; And surely thou , when o'er his grave Solemn the whisp'ring willows wave , Wilt sweetly on him ...
... o'er , Fate dooms , ere long , the scene must close To ope on him no more . Yet , Morning ! unrepining still He'll greet thy beams awhile ; And surely thou , when o'er his grave Solemn the whisp'ring willows wave , Wilt sweetly on him ...
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art thou bliss breast BROTHER NEVILLE calm Capel Lofft Catton charms Christian Clifton Grove dark DEAR NEVILLE death delight divine dost eternal expences fear feel gale genius give gloom Gondoline grace grave Greek H. K. WHITE hand happy harp hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy honours hope hour JOHN CHARLESWORTH leave letter light live lone lyre melancholy mind morn mortal mother mournful muse never night Nottingham o'er pain pale peace pensive pleasure poems poet prayer Pythagoras religion ROBERT SOUTHEY round scene sigh silent Sizar sleep smile solemn song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound spirit St John's St John's College storm sublime sweet tear tell thee thine thing thou thought tion tomb truth verses virtue wandering wave weep wild winds Winteringham wish write written youth
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Page 193 - 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.
Page 123 - 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.
Page 126 - 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.
Page 339 - WITH how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Page 207 - Tis she ! — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd ' Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it in heaven a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a Lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those...
Page 123 - 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.
Page 304 - Unhappy White ! while life was in its spring,* And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science...
Page 195 - Parts it may ravage, but preserves the whole. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but Passion is the gale ; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
Page 178 - We know whom we have believed, and are persuaded that he is able to keep that which we have committed unto him against that day.
Page 189 - Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or, when the breeze comes by, moan and are heard no more. And must the harp of Judah sleep again? Shall I no more reanimate the lay? Oh! thou who visitest the sons of men, Thou who dost listen when the humble pray, One little space prolong my mournful day! One little lapse suspend thy last decree! I am a youthful traveller in the way, And this slight boon would consecrate to thee, Ere I with Death shake hands, and smile that I am free.