The remains of Henry Kirke White [ed.] with an acount of his life by R. Southey, 第 2 巻 |
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... wake ” Hymn for Family Worship ... The Star of Bethlehem .. Hymn , " O Lord , my God , in Mercy turn " Melody . " Yes , once more that dying Strain " Song , by Waller , with an additional Stanza " I am pleas'd , and yet I'm sad ...
... wake ” Hymn for Family Worship ... The Star of Bethlehem .. Hymn , " O Lord , my God , in Mercy turn " Melody . " Yes , once more that dying Strain " Song , by Waller , with an additional Stanza " I am pleas'd , and yet I'm sad ...
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... wake the wood - nymphs from the forest - shade With wildest song ; -Me , much behoves thy aid Of mingled melody , to grace my strain , And give it power to please , as soft it flows Through the smooth murmurs of thy frequent close ...
... wake the wood - nymphs from the forest - shade With wildest song ; -Me , much behoves thy aid Of mingled melody , to grace my strain , And give it power to please , as soft it flows Through the smooth murmurs of thy frequent close ...
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... Wake slumbering chaos on his throne . ) And haply then , with sudden swell , Shall roar the distant curfew bell , While in the castles mouldering tower , The hooting owl is heard to pour Her melancholy song , and scare Dull silence ...
... Wake slumbering chaos on his throne . ) And haply then , with sudden swell , Shall roar the distant curfew bell , While in the castles mouldering tower , The hooting owl is heard to pour Her melancholy song , and scare Dull silence ...
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... wake to watch the sickly taper Which lights me to my tomb . - Yes , ' tis the hand Of death I feel press heavy on my vitals , Slow sapping the warm current of existence . My moments now are few - The sand of life Ebbs fastly to its ...
... wake to watch the sickly taper Which lights me to my tomb . - Yes , ' tis the hand Of death I feel press heavy on my vitals , Slow sapping the warm current of existence . My moments now are few - The sand of life Ebbs fastly to its ...
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... waking sorrows fly . III . Go thou and bide with him who guides His bark through lonely seas ; And as reclining on his helm , Sadly he marks the starry realm , To him thou mayst bring ease ; But thou to me Art misery , So prithee ...
... waking sorrows fly . III . Go thou and bide with him who guides His bark through lonely seas ; And as reclining on his helm , Sadly he marks the starry realm , To him thou mayst bring ease ; But thou to me Art misery , So prithee ...
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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.