The Remains of Henry Kirke White: Of Nottingham, Late of St. John's College, Cambridge ; with an Account of His Life, Volume 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, Paternoster-Row, 1813 - 376 pages |
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... Hours , No I. ... 220 II . 224 III . 230 IV . 238 V. 244 VI . 253 VII . 260 VIII . 266 IX . 274 X. 286 XI . 290 XII : . :: 295 REFLECTIONS . I. On Prayer 305 II . 103 ..... III . 315 CLIFTON GROVE . VOL . II , A This , vi CONTENTS .
... Hours , No I. ... 220 II . 224 III . 230 IV . 238 V. 244 VI . 253 VII . 260 VIII . 266 IX . 274 X. 286 XI . 290 XII : . :: 295 REFLECTIONS . I. On Prayer 305 II . 103 ..... III . 315 CLIFTON GROVE . VOL . II , A This , vi CONTENTS .
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... labour on their amusements : and these Poems were , most of them , written merely to beguile a leisure hour , or to fill up the languid intervals of studies of a severer nature . " Πας το οικείος έργον αγαπαω . Every one loves.
... labour on their amusements : and these Poems were , most of them , written merely to beguile a leisure hour , or to fill up the languid intervals of studies of a severer nature . " Πας το οικείος έργον αγαπαω . Every one loves.
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... hour , And many a lonely night has ' guil'd , When even pain has own'd and smil❜d , Its fascinating power . II . Yet , oh my Lyre ! the busy crowd Will little heed thy simple tones : Them , mightier minstrels harping loud Engross , and ...
... hour , And many a lonely night has ' guil'd , When even pain has own'd and smil❜d , Its fascinating power . II . Yet , oh my Lyre ! the busy crowd Will little heed thy simple tones : Them , mightier minstrels harping loud Engross , and ...
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... hour ; To bid awhile the strife of passion cease , And woo the calms of solitude and peace . And oh ! thou sacred Power , who rear'st on high Thy leafy throne where waving poplars sigh ! Genius of woodland shades ! whose mild controul ...
... hour ; To bid awhile the strife of passion cease , And woo the calms of solitude and peace . And oh ! thou sacred Power , who rear'st on high Thy leafy throne where waving poplars sigh ! Genius of woodland shades ! whose mild controul ...
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... hour for walking spectres made ; The simple plough - boy , wakening with the sound , Listens aghast , and turns him startled round , Then stops his ears , and strives to close his eyes , Lest at the sound some grisly ghost should rise ...
... hour for walking spectres made ; The simple plough - boy , wakening with the sound , Listens aghast , and turns him startled round , Then stops his ears , and strives to close his eyes , Lest at the sound some grisly ghost should rise ...
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art thou Athyras beauty Behold bliss bosom breast calm CAPEL LOFFT charms CLIFTON GROVE clouds crowd dark death deep delight distant divine dost drear eternal faint fancy fear feel genius gloom Gondoline grace grave groves happiness harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE honours hope human light lonely loud lowly lyre maid MELANCHOLY HOURS mighty mighty winds mind misery moon mortal mournful muse nature never night o'er Ovid pain pale peace pensive philosophy Plato pleasure poem poet praise prayer Pythagoras Quatorzain racter rest rise round scene serene shade sigh silent sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song sonnet soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem storm stream sublime sweet tear tell thee thine Thomas Warton thou thought throne tion Twas vale verse wandering wave weep wild winds wing youth Zoroaster
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Page 130 - 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 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 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 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 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.
Page 133 - The autumn leaf is sere and dead, It floats upon the water's bed ; I would not be a leaf, to die Without recording sorrow's sigh...
Page 52 - 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 of life.
Page 211 - 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 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. 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...
Page 45 - The hours devoted by the world to rest, And needful to recruit exhausted nature ? Say, can the voice of narrow Fame repay The loss of health? or can the hope of glory Lend a new throb unto my languid heart, Cool, even now, my feverish aching brow, Relume the fires of this...