The Remains of Henry Kirke White ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown., 1813 - Poets, English |
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... rise again to his work at five , at the call of a larum , which he had fixed to a Dutch clock in his cham- ber . Many nights he never laid down at all . It was in vain that his mother used every possible means to dis- suade him from ...
... rise again to his work at five , at the call of a larum , which he had fixed to a Dutch clock in his cham- ber . Many nights he never laid down at all . It was in vain that his mother used every possible means to dis- suade him from ...
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... Rise at half past five . Devotions and walk till seven . Chapel and breakfast till eight . Study and lectures till one . Four and a half clear reading . Walk , & c . and dinner , and Woollaston , and chapel to six . Six to nine ...
... Rise at half past five . Devotions and walk till seven . Chapel and breakfast till eight . Study and lectures till one . Four and a half clear reading . Walk , & c . and dinner , and Woollaston , and chapel to six . Six to nine ...
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... rise on its perusal , and I envy not that man his insensibility who can read them with apathy . Many of the pieces of the Bible are writ- ten in this sublime manner : one psalm , I think the 18th , is a perfect master - piece , and has ...
... rise on its perusal , and I envy not that man his insensibility who can read them with apathy . Many of the pieces of the Bible are writ- ten in this sublime manner : one psalm , I think the 18th , is a perfect master - piece , and has ...
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... rising sad the rustling sedge among , The gale of evening touch'd the cords of death . 2 . Nymph of the Trent ! why didst not thou appear To snatch the victim from thy felon wave ! Alas ! too late thou cam'st to embalm his bier , And ...
... rising sad the rustling sedge among , The gale of evening touch'd the cords of death . 2 . Nymph of the Trent ! why didst not thou appear To snatch the victim from thy felon wave ! Alas ! too late thou cam'st to embalm his bier , And ...
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... rise - I mark the genʼral sigh : Unhappy youth ! and wert thou so belov'd ? 5 . On thee , as lone I trace the Trent's green brink , When the dim twilight slumbers on the glade ; On thee my thoughts shall dwell , nor Fancy shrink To hold ...
... rise - I mark the genʼral sigh : Unhappy youth ! and wert thou so belov'd ? 5 . On thee , as lone I trace the Trent's green brink , When the dim twilight slumbers on the glade ; On thee my thoughts shall dwell , nor Fancy shrink To hold ...
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Page 193 - 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.
Page 123 - 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.
Page 126 - 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 small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 339 - WITH how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Page 207 - 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...
Page 123 - 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.
Page 304 - Unhappy White ! while life was in its spring,* And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science...
Page 195 - 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.
Page 178 - 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.
Page 189 - Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or, when the breeze comes by, moan and are heard no more. And must the harp of Judah sleep again? Shall I no more reanimate the lay? Oh! thou who visitest the sons of men, Thou who dost listen when the humble pray, One little space prolong my mournful day! One little lapse suspend thy last decree! I am a youthful traveller in the way, And this slight boon would consecrate to thee, Ere I with Death shake hands, and smile that I am free.