The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham, Late of St. John's College, Cambridge, Volumes 2-3
Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe ; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown ; and Taylor and Hessey, 1811
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appear beauty become better bless breast called Christ Christian clouds consider dark dear death deep divine early effect evil fall fear feel genius give grace grave hand happiness head hear heard heart Heaven Henry honours hope hour human idea Jesus language learning leave less light live lonely look Lord means melancholy mind morning mournful muse nature never night o'er objects observe once original pain passing peace pleasure poem poet poor present reason religion rest rise round scene seems silent sleep smile song sonnet soon soul sound spirit stand sublime sweet tear tell thee things thou thought true truth turn universe verses virtue wave whole wild winds wonder written young youth
Page 130 - 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.
Page 200 - 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 199 - Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant...
Page xiii - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. 'But not the praise...
Page 199 - 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 198 - 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 126 - 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.
Page 127 - 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.