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, 1823 |
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... sigh For me , that from some kindred eye The trickling tear should steal . VII . Yet dear to me the wreath of bay , Perhaps from me debarr'd : And dear to me the classic zone , Which , snatch'd from learning's labour'd throne , Adorns ...
... sigh For me , that from some kindred eye The trickling tear should steal . VII . Yet dear to me the wreath of bay , Perhaps from me debarr'd : And dear to me the classic zone , Which , snatch'd from learning's labour'd throne , Adorns ...
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... sigh ! Genius of woodland shades ! whose mild controul Steals with resistless witchery to the soul , Come with thy wonted ardour , and inspire My glowing bosom with thy hallowed fire . And thou too , Fancy , from thy starry sphere ...
... sigh ! Genius of woodland shades ! whose mild controul Steals with resistless witchery to the soul , Come with thy wonted ardour , and inspire My glowing bosom with thy hallowed fire . And thou too , Fancy , from thy starry sphere ...
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... sigh'd , a victim to despair , Nor dared to hope to win the peerless fair . No more the shepherd on the blooming mead Attun'd to gaiety his artless reed ; No more entwin'd the pansied wreath , to deck His favourite wether's unpolluted ...
... sigh'd , a victim to despair , Nor dared to hope to win the peerless fair . No more the shepherd on the blooming mead Attun'd to gaiety his artless reed ; No more entwin'd the pansied wreath , to deck His favourite wether's unpolluted ...
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... sigh'd , and Bateman's name was in each sigh . She hears a noise , — ' tis he , - he comes at last ; Alas ! ' twas but the gale which hurried past : But now she hears a quickening footstep sound , Lightly it comes , and nearer does it ...
... sigh'd , and Bateman's name was in each sigh . She hears a noise , — ' tis he , - he comes at last ; Alas ! ' twas but the gale which hurried past : But now she hears a quickening footstep sound , Lightly it comes , and nearer does it ...
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... sweeps the leafless grove , Sigh on the wood - blast of the dark alcove , Sit , a lorn spectre , on yon well - known grave , And mix its moanings with the desert wave . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . GONDOLINE ; A BALLAD . THE night 28.
... sweeps the leafless grove , Sigh on the wood - blast of the dark alcove , Sit , a lorn spectre , on yon well - known grave , And mix its moanings with the desert wave . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . GONDOLINE ; A BALLAD . THE night 28.
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Almighty art thou awful Behold bliss bosom breast calm CAPEL LOFFT Christian CLIFTON GROVE cloud dark death deep delight divine dost drear eternal evil fear feel genius gloom Gondoline grace grave hand happiness harp hath hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Honington honours hope human Jesus Josephus light lonely Lord loud lyre mankind MELANCHOLY HOURS mighty mighty winds mind misery moon mortal mournful muse mystery nature never night o'er observe pain pale peace pensive philosophy Plato pleasure poem poet poor prayer Pythagoras Quatorzain religion rise round scene serene sigh silent sleep smile soft solemn solitary solitude song sonnet soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem storm sublime sweet tear thee thine things Thomas Warton thou thought throne true truth verse virtue wandering wave weep wild winds wing youth Zoroaster
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Page 221 - 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 155 - 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.
Page 235 - 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 152 - 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 152 - 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 223 - 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 224 - 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 222 - 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 385 - And they took ashes of the furnace, and stood before Pharaoh ; and Moses sprinkled it up toward heaven ; and it became a boil breaking forth with blains upon man, and upon beast. And the magicians could not stand before Moses because of the boils ; for the boil was upon the magicians, and upon all the Egyptians.
Page 155 - 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 small a part of time...