The Beauties of Henry Kirke White, Consisting of Selections from His Poetry and ProseN.H. Whitaker, 1827 - 214 من الصفحات |
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... night are known to swell By starting shepherd on the lonely heath , Keeping his night - watch sad , portending death ? ¡ A BALLAD . Be hush'd , be hush'd , ye bitter winds , ' Ye pelting rains , a little rest : Lie still , lie still ...
... night are known to swell By starting shepherd on the lonely heath , Keeping his night - watch sad , portending death ? ¡ A BALLAD . Be hush'd , be hush'd , ye bitter winds , ' Ye pelting rains , a little rest : Lie still , lie still ...
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... no more , And every stump familiar to my sight Recalls some fond idea of delight . This shrubby knoll was once my favourite seat ; Here did I love at evening to retreat , And muse alone , till in the vault of night KIRKE WHITE .
... no more , And every stump familiar to my sight Recalls some fond idea of delight . This shrubby knoll was once my favourite seat ; Here did I love at evening to retreat , And muse alone , till in the vault of night KIRKE WHITE .
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... night , Hesper , aspiring , show'd his golden light . Here once again , remote from human noise , I sit me down to think of former joys ; Pause on each scene , each treasured scene , once more , And once again each infant walk explore ...
... night , Hesper , aspiring , show'd his golden light . Here once again , remote from human noise , I sit me down to think of former joys ; Pause on each scene , each treasured scene , once more , And once again each infant walk explore ...
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... nights and days to God's eternal shrine , Whose mild eyes ' lumined what Isaiah wrote , Throw o'er thy Bard that solemn stole of thine , And clothe him for the fight with energy divine . VI . When from the temple's lofty summit prone ...
... nights and days to God's eternal shrine , Whose mild eyes ' lumined what Isaiah wrote , Throw o'er thy Bard that solemn stole of thine , And clothe him for the fight with energy divine . VI . When from the temple's lofty summit prone ...
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... night ( Sweet interchange , which makes our labours light ) Are there unknown ; while in the summer skies The sun rolls ceaseless round his heavenly height , Nor ever sets till from the scene he flies , And leaves the long bleak night ...
... night ( Sweet interchange , which makes our labours light ) Are there unknown ; while in the summer skies The sun rolls ceaseless round his heavenly height , Nor ever sets till from the scene he flies , And leaves the long bleak night ...
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art thou Athyras Behold beneath bittern bliss breast breath breeze burning lake calm Chaldeans charms cheek clouds cold Constantinople dark death deep delight distant dost dreams drear Edwy EOLIAN eternity faint fancy fear fire fix'd flame gale genius Germanicus gloom Gondoline grave happy harp hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE Hesiod holy hope hour human Ithuriel life's light lonely loud lyre maid melancholy mighty mind misery Moloch moon morn mortal mournful muse Neath never night o'er pale peace pensive philosophers Plato pleasure poor Pythagoras rise round scene shade sigh sight silent sing sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song soothe sorrows soul sound spirit storm sublime sweet tear tell tempest thee thine thou thought throne twas vale wandering wave weary weep whispering wild winds woods Zoroaster
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الصفحة 91 - To mark his victory. In this low vale, the promise of the year, Serene, thou openest to the nipping gale, Unnoticed and alone, Thy tender elegance.
الصفحة 52 - Go to the raging sea, and say, " Be still ! " Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will ; Preach to the storm, and reason with Despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
الصفحة 69 - THROUGH sorrow's night and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of an injured King, Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude Shall sleep the years away. H Our labors done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded o'er our silent dust The storms of life shall beat.
الصفحة 103 - When the tired hedger hies him home ; Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its breast. Yet when the silent evening sighs, With hallow'd airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
الصفحة 114 - ... the scale Of these stupendous worlds! Almighty God! Thou, the dread author of these wondrous works! Say, canst thou cast on me, poor passing worm, One look "of kind benevolence? — Thou canst; For thou art full of universal love, And in thy boundless goodness wilt impart Thy beams as well lo me as to the proud, The pageant insects of a glittering hour.
الصفحة 15 - Thus far have I pursued my solemn theme With self-rewarding toil ;-^-thus far have sung Of godlike deeds, far loftier than beseem The lyre, which I in early days have strung ; And now my spirits faint, and I have hung The shell, that solaced me in saddest hour, On the dark cypress 1 and the strings which rung With Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or when the breeze comes by moan and are heard no more.
الصفحة 70 - These ashes too, this little dust, Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep.
الصفحة 97 - Come funeral flower ! who lov'st to dwell With the pale corse in lonely tomb, And throw across the desert gloom A sweet, decaying smell — Come, press my lips and lie with me Beneath the lowly alder tree : And we will sleep a pleasant sleep, And not a care shall dare intrude, To break the marble solitude, So peaceful and so deep.
الصفحة 65 - Storms and tempests, floods and rains, Stern despoilers of the plains, Hence, away, the season flee, Foes to light-heart jollity: May no winds careering high Drive the clouds along the sky, But may all nature smile with aspect boon, When in the heavens thou...
الصفحة 127 - O'er her marts, Her crowded ports, broods Silence; and the cry Of the low curlew, and the pensive dash Of distant billows, breaks alone the void.