The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke WhiteW. Pickering, 1840 - 252 էջ |
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... Grave of his Mistress ...... Description of a Summer's Eve ......... Lines " Go to the raging sea , and say , ' Be still ! ' ” Written in the Prospect of Death Verses " When pride and envy , and the scorn " Fragment " Oh ! thou most ...
... Grave of his Mistress ...... Description of a Summer's Eve ......... Lines " Go to the raging sea , and say , ' Be still ! ' ” Written in the Prospect of Death Verses " When pride and envy , and the scorn " Fragment " Oh ! thou most ...
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... 247 To the Memory of Henry Kirke White , by a Lady Stanzas supposed to have been written at the Grave of 244 ..... 246 248 Henry Kirke White , by a Lady ... 251 MEMOIR OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE . BY SIR HARRIS NICOLAS CONTENTS . vii.
... 247 To the Memory of Henry Kirke White , by a Lady Stanzas supposed to have been written at the Grave of 244 ..... 246 248 Henry Kirke White , by a Lady ... 251 MEMOIR OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE . BY SIR HARRIS NICOLAS CONTENTS . vii.
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... those who are likely to increase our intellectual plea- sures are hurried to the grave . In whatever light the character of this unhappy youth be contemplated , it is full of instruction . xlvi MEMOIR OF KIRKE WHITE .
... those who are likely to increase our intellectual plea- sures are hurried to the grave . In whatever light the character of this unhappy youth be contemplated , it is full of instruction . xlvi MEMOIR OF KIRKE WHITE .
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... Atlantic wave A wanderer came , and sought the Poet's grave ; On yon low stone he saw his lonely name , And raised this fond memorial to his fame . " CLIFTON GROVE . DEDICATION . To Her Grace the Duchess liv MEMOIR OF KIRKE WHITE .
... Atlantic wave A wanderer came , and sought the Poet's grave ; On yon low stone he saw his lonely name , And raised this fond memorial to his fame . " CLIFTON GROVE . DEDICATION . To Her Grace the Duchess liv MEMOIR OF KIRKE WHITE .
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... grave . Now as I rove , where wide the prospect grows , A livelier light upon my vision flows . No more above the embracing branches meet , No more the river gurgles at my feet , But seen deep down the cliff's impending side , Through ...
... grave . Now as I rove , where wide the prospect grows , A livelier light upon my vision flows . No more above the embracing branches meet , No more the river gurgles at my feet , But seen deep down the cliff's impending side , Through ...
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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...