The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke White1880 - 55 من الصفحات |
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The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke White: With a Memoir <span dir=ltr>Tbd</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2020 |
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الصفحة 51 - 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...
الصفحة 15 - Winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on this bank he threw 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. So virtue blooms, brought forth amid...
الصفحة 19 - O'er many a distant foreign land; Each place, each province I have tried, And sung and danced my saraband.
الصفحة 25 - The most beloved on earth Not long survives to-day ; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away. Thus does the shade In memory fade, When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid.
الصفحة 51 - So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
الصفحة 34 - But, soon inured to alphabetic toils, Alert I met the dame with jocund smiles — First at the form, my task for ever true, A little...
الصفحة 14 - ... it is hard To feel the hand of Death arrest one's steps, Throw a chill blight o'er all one's budding hopes, And hurl one's soul untimely to the shades, Lost in the gaping gulf of blank oblivion. Fifty years hence, and who will hear of Henry ? Oh ! none ; — another busy brood of beings Will shoot up in the interim, and none Will hold him in remembrance.
الصفحة 39 - And now my spirit's faint, and I have hung The shell, that solaced me in saddest hour, On the dark cypress ! 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 34 - In yonder cot, along whose mouldering walls In many a fold the mantling woodbine falls, The village matron kept her little school, Gentle of heart, yet knowing well to rule; Staid was the dame, and modest was her mien...
الصفحة 50 - And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet, And Thou wilt bless our way ; Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day. 877 Psalm 63. CM "T...