The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham with an Account of His Life, 2±ÇLongmans, 1816 |
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... cloud what giant shapes career ! The ghosts of Ossian skim the misty vale , And hosts of Sylphids on the moon - beams sail . This gloomy alcove , darkling to the sight , Where meeting trees create eternal night ; Save , when from yonder ...
... cloud what giant shapes career ! The ghosts of Ossian skim the misty vale , And hosts of Sylphids on the moon - beams sail . This gloomy alcove , darkling to the sight , Where meeting trees create eternal night ; Save , when from yonder ...
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... cloud - wrapt , near her highest noon : Or when the wild - duck , southering , hither rides , And plunges sullen in the sounding tides . How oft , in this sequestered spot , when youth Gave to each tale the holy force of truth , Have I ...
... cloud - wrapt , near her highest noon : Or when the wild - duck , southering , hither rides , And plunges sullen in the sounding tides . How oft , in this sequestered spot , when youth Gave to each tale the holy force of truth , Have I ...
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... fled - yet speak , " Why does the salt tear moisten on thy cheek ? " Say , what is wrong ? " - Now , through a parting cloud , The pale moon peer'd from her tempestuous shroud , And Bateman's face was seen ; - ' twas deadly C 3 21.
... fled - yet speak , " Why does the salt tear moisten on thy cheek ? " Say , what is wrong ? " - Now , through a parting cloud , The pale moon peer'd from her tempestuous shroud , And Bateman's face was seen ; - ' twas deadly C 3 21.
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... cloud withdrew her light . Trembling she view'd these portents with dismay : But gently Bateman kiss'd her fears away : Yet still he felt concealed a secret smart , Still melancholy bodings fill'd his heart . When to the distant land ...
... cloud withdrew her light . Trembling she view'd these portents with dismay : But gently Bateman kiss'd her fears away : Yet still he felt concealed a secret smart , Still melancholy bodings fill'd his heart . When to the distant land ...
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... clouds , Shews her chaste face in the meridian sky . No wicked elves upon the Warlock - knoll Dare now assemble at their mystic revels ; It is a night , when from their primrose beds , The gentle ghosts of injur'd innocents Are known to ...
... clouds , Shews her chaste face in the meridian sky . No wicked elves upon the Warlock - knoll Dare now assemble at their mystic revels ; It is a night , when from their primrose beds , The gentle ghosts of injur'd innocents Are known to ...
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art thou Athyras awful beauty Behold bliss bosom breast calm CAPEL LOFFT charms cheek CLIFTON GROVE clouds Constantinople crowd dark death deep delight distant divine dost drear eternal fancy fear feel genius gloom Gondoline grace grave groves happiness harmony harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven honours hope human light lonely loud lowly lyre maid MELANCHOLY HOURS mighty mighty winds mind misery moon mortal mournful muse nature never night o'er Ovid pain pale peace pensive philosophy Plato pleasure poem poet praise prayer Pythagoras Quatorzain racter rise round scene serene shade sigh silent sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song sonnet soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem storm stream sublime sweet tear tell thee thine Thomas Warton thou thought throne twas vale verse virtue wandering wave weep wild winds wing youth Zoroaster
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130 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 hadst 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, — How...
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
131 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair. [Yet, though thou fade, From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise ; And teach the Maid That Goodness Time's rude hand defies ; That Virtue lives when Beauty dies.] HK WHITE. «I AM PLEASED, AND YET I'M SAD.
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis she ! — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd ' Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it in heaven a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a Lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those...
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally, he rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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...
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - Parts it may ravage, but preserves the whole. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but Passion is the gale ; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
126 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.