The remains of Henry Kirke White [ed.] with an acount of his life by R. Southey, 第 2 巻 |
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... dreams , with wild affright , The deep - mouth'd mastiff bays the troubled night ; Or where the village ale - house crowns the vale , The creaking sign - post whistles to the gale . A little onward let me bend my way , Where the moss'd ...
... dreams , with wild affright , The deep - mouth'd mastiff bays the troubled night ; Or where the village ale - house crowns the vale , The creaking sign - post whistles to the gale . A little onward let me bend my way , Where the moss'd ...
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... Or croud the foaming desart stream ; Lastly her storied hand she waves And lays him in Florentian caves ; There milder fables lovelier themes Enwrap his soul in heavenly dreams , There pity's lute arrests his ear , And draws the F 2 67.
... Or croud the foaming desart stream ; Lastly her storied hand she waves And lays him in Florentian caves ; There milder fables lovelier themes Enwrap his soul in heavenly dreams , There pity's lute arrests his ear , And draws the F 2 67.
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... dreams : - -The shadow flies , And fainting fast its image dies . But lo ! the Painter's magic force Arrests the phantoms fleeting course ; It lives - It lives - the canvas glows , And tenfold vigour o'er it flows . The Bard beholds the ...
... dreams : - -The shadow flies , And fainting fast its image dies . But lo ! the Painter's magic force Arrests the phantoms fleeting course ; It lives - It lives - the canvas glows , And tenfold vigour o'er it flows . The Bard beholds the ...
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... dreams are ever wont to fly . Come kindred mourner , in my breast , Soothe these discordant tones to rest , And breathe the soul of peace ; Mild visitor , I feel thee here , It is not pain that brings this tear , For thou hast bid it ...
... dreams are ever wont to fly . Come kindred mourner , in my breast , Soothe these discordant tones to rest , And breathe the soul of peace ; Mild visitor , I feel thee here , It is not pain that brings this tear , For thou hast bid it ...
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... dream Of life will vanish from my feverish brain ; And death my wearied spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvary'd pain . Yon brook will glide as softly as before , -- Yon landscape smile , -yon golden harvest grow , - Yon ...
... dream Of life will vanish from my feverish brain ; And death my wearied spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvary'd pain . Yon brook will glide as softly as before , -- Yon landscape smile , -yon golden harvest grow , - Yon ...
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art thou beam Behold breast breeze calm CAPEL LOFFT charms cheek CHRISTIAD CLIFTON GROVE clouds croud dark death deep delight distant dost dreams drear eternal faint fancy fear feel gale genius gleam gloom Gondoline grave groves harp hath head hear heard heart Heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE honours hope hour lazy Kate life's light lonely loud lyre maid melancholy mighty mind moon mortal mournful muse never night o'er pain pale pangs peace pensive pleasure Poems poet Pythagoras Quatorzain rest rise River Trent round scene serene shade sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem steal stern storm stream sublime sweet sweetly tear tell thee thine thought throne twas vale vault of death wakeful wandering wave weep wild winds wing wrapt youth
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126 ページ - 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 small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
194 ページ - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
192 ページ - 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.
123 ページ - Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
191 ページ - 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.
123 ページ - Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem. V. It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And through the storm and dangers' thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
122 ページ - WHEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 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.
203 ページ - Thro' wasteful solitudes, and lurid heaths, Weary, forlorn ; than when the fated fair Upon the bosom bright of silver Thames Launches in all the lustre of brocade, Amid the splendours of the laughing Sun. The gay description palls upon the sense. And coldly strikes the mind with feeble bliss.
187 ページ - Thus far have I pursued my solemn theme With self-rewarding toil ; — thus far have sung Of godlike deeds, far loftier than beseem The lyre, which I in early days have strung ; And now my spirits faint, and I have hung The shell, that solaced me -in saddest hour, On the dark cypress ! and the strings which rung With Jesus' praise, their harpings now are o'er, Or when the breeze comes by moan and are heard no more.
52 ページ - 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.