 | Henry Kirke White - 1807 - 344 страници
...come ! Tho' from hope's .summit hurl'd, Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For tbon severe wert sent from heaven, To wean me from the world ; To turn...And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little son — a little rain, And then night sweeps... | |
 | Henry Kirke White - 1808 - 698 страници
...come! Tlio' from hope's summit hnrl'd, Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven, To wean me from the world ; To turn...And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die, What is this passing scene? A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps... | |
 | Henry Kirke White, Robert Southey - 1808 - 380 страници
...come! 'I'ho' from dope's summit ImiTd, •Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven, To wean me from the world ; To turn...From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, ntver die. What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun—a little rain, And then... | |
 | James Plumptre - 1811 - 486 страници
...hope's summit hurl'd, Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiv'n, For thou severe wert sent from heav'n, To wean me from the world ; To turn my eye From vanity,...And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps... | |
 | Henry Kirke White - 1811 - 404 страници
...me from the world : To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun — ;i little rain, And then night sweeps along the plain, And all things fade away. Man (soon discuss'd)... | |
 | Henry Kirke White, Robert Southey - 1813 - 404 страници
...come! Though from Hope's summit hurl'd, Still, rigid Nurse, them art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world: To turn...this passing scene ? A peevish April day! A little sun—a little rain, And then night sweeps along the plain, And all things fade away. Man (soon discuss'd)... | |
 | Henry Kirke White - 1813 - 730 страници
...come ! Though from Hope's summit hurl'd, Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world : To turn...And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain, • And then night... | |
 | Henry Kirke White, Robert Southey - 1816 - 398 страници
...come ! Though from Hope's summit hurl'cl, Still, rigid Nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world : To turn...And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die. What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps... | |
 | 1877 - 798 страници
...Finch Hall. She could not answer, thinking of Blundellsaye. GOURLOCH. CHAPTER XXXVL — CONCLUSION. - What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ;...sun, a little rain— And then night sweeps along the plutn, And all things rade away ! " — H. KIRKE WHITE. Gourloch lying in the glorious sunshine ! Waves... | |
 | Henry Kirke White, Robert Southey - 1820 - 302 страници
...eye the ling'ring knell, That tells her hopes are dead ; And tho' the tear By chance appear, Yet nho can smile, and say, My all was not laid here. 3. Come,...To turn my eye From vanity, And point to scenes of hliss that nerer, never die. 4. What is this passing scene ! A peevish April day ! A little sun —... | |
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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. 
