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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... mind with images , and at the same time attaining the power of disposing those images to the best advantage . The unpremeditated effusions of a Boy , from his thirteenth year , employed , not in the acquisition of literary information ...
... mind with images , and at the same time attaining the power of disposing those images to the best advantage . The unpremeditated effusions of a Boy , from his thirteenth year , employed , not in the acquisition of literary information ...
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... sail . This gloomy alcove , darkling to the sight , Where meeting trees create eternal night ; Save , when from yonder stream , the sunny ray , Reflected gives a dubious gleam of day ; Recalls endearing to my alter'd mind , Times , when 12.
... sail . This gloomy alcove , darkling to the sight , Where meeting trees create eternal night ; Save , when from yonder stream , the sunny ray , Reflected gives a dubious gleam of day ; Recalls endearing to my alter'd mind , Times , when 12.
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... mind , Times , when beneath the boxen hedge reclin'd , I watch'd the lapwing to her clamorous brood ; Or lur'd the robin to its scatter'd food ; Or woke with song the woodland echo wild , And at each gay response delighted smil❜d . How ...
... mind , Times , when beneath the boxen hedge reclin'd , I watch'd the lapwing to her clamorous brood ; Or lur'd the robin to its scatter'd food ; Or woke with song the woodland echo wild , And at each gay response delighted smil❜d . How ...
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... rest stern Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul . These hallow'd shades , these trees that woo the wind , --- Recall its faintest features to my mind . A hundred passing years , with march sublime , Have 19.
... rest stern Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul . These hallow'd shades , these trees that woo the wind , --- Recall its faintest features to my mind . A hundred passing years , with march sublime , Have 19.
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... ( lull'd to rest stern Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul .鎏 These hallow'd shades , these trees that woo the wind , Recall its faintest features , to my mind . And Bateman's face was seen ; - ' twas deadly 19.
... ( lull'd to rest stern Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul .鎏 These hallow'd shades , these trees that woo the wind , Recall its faintest features , to my mind . And Bateman's face was seen ; - ' twas deadly 19.
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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...