The Complete Works of Henry Kirke White: With an Account of His LifeJ. H. A. Frost, 1829 - 420 страници |
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... dear ; for growing years Had not then taught me man was made to mourn ; And a short hour of solitary pleasure , Stolen from sleep , was ample recompense For all the hateful bustles of the day . My opening mind was ductile then , and ...
... dear ; for growing years Had not then taught me man was made to mourn ; And a short hour of solitary pleasure , Stolen from sleep , was ample recompense For all the hateful bustles of the day . My opening mind was ductile then , and ...
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... DEAR Fanny , I mean , now I'm laid on the shelf , To give you a sketch - ay , a sketch of myself . ' Tis a pitiful subject , I frankly confess , And one it would puzzle a painter to dress ; But however , here goes , and as sure as a gun ...
... DEAR Fanny , I mean , now I'm laid on the shelf , To give you a sketch - ay , a sketch of myself . ' Tis a pitiful subject , I frankly confess , And one it would puzzle a painter to dress ; But however , here goes , and as sure as a gun ...
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... dear - I'm a brute ! I show no respect where I never can feel it : And as for contempt , take no pains to conceal it ; And so in the suite , by these laudable ends , I've a great many foes , and a very few friends . And yet , my dear ...
... dear - I'm a brute ! I show no respect where I never can feel it : And as for contempt , take no pains to conceal it ; And so in the suite , by these laudable ends , I've a great many foes , and a very few friends . And yet , my dear ...
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... 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 labor'd throne , Adorns the accepted bard . VIII . And O ! if yet ' twere mine to dwell Where Cam or Isis winds ...
... 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 labor'd throne , Adorns the accepted bard . VIII . And O ! if yet ' twere mine to dwell Where Cam or Isis winds ...
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... dear , From its sweet source can call the sacred tear , And ( lulled to rest stern Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul . These hallow'd shades , -these trees that woo the wind , Recall its faintest features ...
... dear , From its sweet source can call the sacred tear , And ( lulled to rest stern Reason's harsh control ) Steal its soft magic to the passive soul . These hallow'd shades , -these trees that woo the wind , Recall its faintest features ...
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Страница 348 - 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.
Страница 124 - 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.
Страница 124 - 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.
Страница 349 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Страница 198 - 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...
Страница 284 - We know whom we have believed, and are persuaded that he is able to keep that which we have committed unto him against that day.
Страница 139 - Tis 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...
Страница 28 - O'er Beauty's fall; Her praise resounds no more when mantled in her pall. 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.
Страница 85 - ... Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands, And thou dost bear within thine awful hands The rolling thunders and the lightnings fleet. Stern on thy dark-wrought car of cloud, and wind, Thou guid'st the northern storm at night's dead noon, Or on the red wing of the fierce Monsoon, : / Disturb'st the sleeping giant of the Ind. In the drear silence of the polar span Dost thou repose ? or in the solitude Of sultry tracts, where the lone caravan Hears nightly howl the tiger's hungry brood ? Vain...
Страница 27 - Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world ; To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die.