The Remains of Henry Kirke White ; of Nottingham, Late of St. John's College, CambridgeVernor, Hood, and Sharpe, 1807 - 320 pages |
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... heart in sullen woe immur'd ? ” He rais'd his head , and thrice essay'd to tell , Thrice from his lips the unfinish'd accents fell ; When thus at last reluctantly he broke His boding silence , and the maid bespoke . " Grieve not , my ...
... heart in sullen woe immur'd ? ” He rais'd his head , and thrice essay'd to tell , Thrice from his lips the unfinish'd accents fell ; When thus at last reluctantly he broke His boding silence , and the maid bespoke . " Grieve not , my ...
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... heart . When to the distant land the youth was sped , A lonely life the moody maiden led . Still would she trace each dear , each well - known walk , Still by the moonlight to her love would talk , And fancy , as she paced among the ...
... heart . When to the distant land the youth was sped , A lonely life the moody maiden led . Still would she trace each dear , each well - known walk , Still by the moonlight to her love would talk , And fancy , as she paced among the ...
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... heart , as up the well - known way He bent his steps - and all his thoughts were gay . Oh ! who can paint his agonizing throes , When on his ear the fatal news arose . Chill'd with amazement , -senseless with the blow , He stood a ...
... heart , as up the well - known way He bent his steps - and all his thoughts were gay . Oh ! who can paint his agonizing throes , When on his ear the fatal news arose . Chill'd with amazement , -senseless with the blow , He stood a ...
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... heart . Dear Native Grove ! where'er my devious track , To thee will Memory lead the wanderer back . Whether in Arno's polish'd vales I stray , Or , where " Oswego's swamps " obstruct the day ; Or wander lone , where wildering and wide ...
... heart . Dear Native Grove ! where'er my devious track , To thee will Memory lead the wanderer back . Whether in Arno's polish'd vales I stray , Or , where " Oswego's swamps " obstruct the day ; Or wander lone , where wildering and wide ...
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... the scream with a sickening heart , Much boding of her love . Yet still she kept her lonely way , And this was all her cry , " Oh ! tell me but if Bertrand live , " And I in peace shall die , " And now she came to a horrible rift All in 32.
... the scream with a sickening heart , Much boding of her love . Yet still she kept her lonely way , And this was all her cry , " Oh ! tell me but if Bertrand live , " And I in peace shall die , " And now she came to a horrible rift All in 32.
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Page 128 - 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 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...
Page 124 - 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. 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 195 - 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 209 - 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 198 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Page 196 - 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.
Page 125 - 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 moor'd, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever, and for evermore, The star, the star of Bethlehem ! THE HIDING-PLACE.
Page 206 - Through Pope's soft song though all the Graces breathe, And happiest art adorn his Attic page; Yet does my mind with sweeter transport glow, As at the root of mossy trunk reclin'd, In magic Spenser's wildly-warbled song I see deserted Una wander wide Through wasteful solitudes, and lurid heaths...
Page 203 - ... and without ornament. The most elegant critic of antiquity, Longinus, in his Treatise on the Sublime, adduces the following passage from the Book of Genesis, as possessing that quality in an eminent degree : " God said let there be light, and there was light : — Let the earth be, and earth Was.
Page 59 - 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 thought...