The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke WhiteW. Pickering, 1840 - 252 էջ |
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... give me music - for my soul doth faint ; " 103 " And must thou go , and must we part " . 103 " Ah ! who can say , however fair his view , " 104 " Hush'd is the lyre - the hand that swept " 104 " When high romance o'er every wood and ...
... give me music - for my soul doth faint ; " 103 " And must thou go , and must we part " . 103 " Ah ! who can say , however fair his view , " 104 " Hush'd is the lyre - the hand that swept " 104 " When high romance o'er every wood and ...
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... Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild , " 181 Sonnet supposed to have been addressed by a female Lunatic to a Lady Sonnet supposed to be written by the unhappy Poet Dermody in a Storm ......... The Winter Traveller ..... 182 183 183 ...
... Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild , " 181 Sonnet supposed to have been addressed by a female Lunatic to a Lady Sonnet supposed to be written by the unhappy Poet Dermody in a Storm ......... The Winter Traveller ..... 182 183 183 ...
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... give it up . " Permission to inscribe the book to the Duchess was at length granted : the book came out in 1803 ; and a copy was transmitted to her , of which , how- ever , no notice whatever was taken . On the publication of the volume ...
... give it up . " Permission to inscribe the book to the Duchess was at length granted : the book came out in 1803 ; and a copy was transmitted to her , of which , how- ever , no notice whatever was taken . On the publication of the volume ...
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... give a criticism grossly deficient in equity , the more especially , as I knew of no sort of inducement to extraordinary severity . Your letter , however , has revived me , and I do again venture to hope that I may still produce ...
... give a criticism grossly deficient in equity , the more especially , as I knew of no sort of inducement to extraordinary severity . Your letter , however , has revived me , and I do again venture to hope that I may still produce ...
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... gives you his penny sheet for your sixpence , by way of half purchase , half charity . I have mate- rials for another volume ; but they were written principally while Clifton Grove was in the press , or soon after , and do not now at ...
... gives you his penny sheet for your sixpence , by way of half purchase , half charity . I have mate- rials for another volume ; but they were written principally while Clifton Grove was in the press , or soon after , and do not now at ...
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POETICAL WORKS OF HENRY KIRKE Henry Kirke 1785-1806 White,Nicholas Harris Sir Nicolas, 1799-1848 Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2016 |
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Էջ 214 - 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 had'st 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, —...
Էջ 226 - 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.
Էջ 230 - 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.
Էջ 98 - IT is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow ; It is not grief that bids me moan, It is that I am all alone. In woods and glens I love to roam, 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 hallowed airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
Էջ 178 - Then since this world is vain, And volatile, and fleet, Why should I lay up earthly joys, Where rust corrupts, and moth destroys, And cares and sorrows eat ? 'Why fly from ill With anxious skill, When soon this hand will freeze, this throbbing heart be still?
Էջ 173 - And we will sleep a pleasant sleep, And not a care shall dare intrude, To break the marble solitude, So peaceful and so deep. And hark ! the wind-god, as he flies, Moans hollow in the forest trees, And sailing on the gusty breeze, Mysterious music dies. Sweet flower ! that requiem wild is mine, It warns me to the lonely shrine, The cold turf altar of the dead ; My grave shall be in yon lone spot, Where as I lie, by all forgot, A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed.
Էջ 43 - And pendant ruffles, of the whitest lawn, Of ancient make, her elbows did adorn. Faint with old age, and dim were grown her eyes, A pair of spectacles their want supplies ; These does she guard secure, in leathern case, From thoughtless wights, in some unweeted place...
Էջ 2 - The pale mechanic leaves the labouring loom, The air-pent hold, the pestilential room, And rushes out, impatient to begin The stated course of customary sin ; Now, now my solitary way I bend Where solemn groves in awful state impend : And cliffs, that boldly rise above the plain, Bespeak, blest Clifton ! thy sublime domain.
Էջ 25 - Pis passing strange, to mark his fallacies ; Behold him proudly view some pompous pile, Whose high dome swells to emulate the skies, And smile, and say, My name shall live with this Till time shall be no more...
Էջ 143 - Thee, when young spring first questioned 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 the storms Of chill...