The remains of Henry Kirke White [ed.] with an acount of his life by R. Southey, Volume 1 |
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... present instance there is nothing to be recorded but what is ho- nourable to himself , and to the age in which he lived ; little to be regretted , but that one so ripe for heaven should so soon have been removed from the world . Henry ...
... present instance there is nothing to be recorded but what is ho- nourable to himself , and to the age in which he lived ; little to be regretted , but that one so ripe for heaven should so soon have been removed from the world . Henry ...
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... present confined sphere of action ; and let the opulent inhabitants of Nottingham reflect , that some portion of that wealth which they have worthily acquired by the habits of industry , will be laudably applied in assisting the efforts ...
... present confined sphere of action ; and let the opulent inhabitants of Nottingham reflect , that some portion of that wealth which they have worthily acquired by the habits of industry , will be laudably applied in assisting the efforts ...
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... consigned into my hands , with as many of his letters as could be collected . These papers ( exclusive of the correspondence ) filled a box of considerable size . Mr. Coleridge was present when I opened them , and was , as well 52.
... consigned into my hands , with as many of his letters as could be collected . These papers ( exclusive of the correspondence ) filled a box of considerable size . Mr. Coleridge was present when I opened them , and was , as well 52.
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... present . I like " La Bruyere the Less " very much ; I have read the original La Bruyere : I think him like Rochefoucault . Madame de Genlis is a very able woman . But I must now attempt to excuse my neglect in not writing to you ...
... present . I like " La Bruyere the Less " very much ; I have read the original La Bruyere : I think him like Rochefoucault . Madame de Genlis is a very able woman . But I must now attempt to excuse my neglect in not writing to you ...
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... present you with Bloomfield's Farmer's Boy . Bloomfield has no grandeur or height ; he is a pastoral poet , and the simply sweet is what you are to expect from him ; nevertheless , his descriptions are sometimes little inferior to ...
... present you with Bloomfield's Farmer's Boy . Bloomfield has no grandeur or height ; he is a pastoral poet , and the simply sweet is what you are to expect from him ; nevertheless , his descriptions are sometimes little inferior to ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
affection affectionate amusement BROTHER NEVILLE Cambridge Capel Lofft Catton Christian church Clifton Grove Countess of Derby DEAR NEVILLE DEAR SIR death delight Duchess of Devonshire duty expected expenses eyes fear feel fond genius give grace Grainger Greek H. K. WHITE hand happy hear heart HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy honour hope hour Jesus Christ JOHN CHARLESWORTH John's labour learned leave leisure letter live lyre MADDOCK ment mind morning muse never night Nottingham o'er pleasure pleonasm poems poet pray prayer present reason received regard relaxation religion religious scene sigh Simeon sincerely Sizar sleep song soon sorrows soul spirit Strong medicines sure sweet tear tell thee thing thou thought tion trust truth tutor verses virtues volume Winteringham wish write written young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 20 - I'll weave a melancholy song, And sweet the strain shall be, and long The melody of death. Come funeral flower ! who lov'st to dwell With the pale corse in lonely tomb, And throw across the desert gloom A sweet, decaying smell — Come, press my lips and lie with me Beneath the lowly alder tree : And we will sleep a pleasant sleep And not a care shall dare intrude, To break the marble solitude, So peaceful and so deep.
Página 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.
Página 310 - Henry Kirke White died at Cambridge in October 1806, in consequence of too much exertion in the' pursuit of studies that would have matured a mind which disease and poverty could not impair, and which death itself destroyed rather than subdued. His poems abound in such beauties as must impress the reader with the liveliest regret that so short a period was allotted to talents, which weuld have dignified even the sacred functions he was destined to assume.
Página 2 - When he was about seven, he would creep unp'erceived into the kitchen, to teach the servant to read and write; and he continued this for some time before it was discovered that he had been tb/us laudably employed.
Página 37 - Then since this world is vain, And volatile, and fleet, Why should I lay up earthly joys, Where rust corrupts, and moth destroys, And cares and sorrows eat ? 'Why fly from ill With anxious skill, When soon this hand will freeze, this throbbing heart be still?
Página 310 - So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 75 - Tired of earth And this diurnal scene, she springs aloft Through fields of air, pursues the flying storm, Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or, yoked with whirlwinds, and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day.
Página 323 - In yonder cot, along whose mouldering walls In many a fold the mantling woodbine falls, The village matron kept her little school, Gentle of heart, yet knowing well to rule; Staid was the dame, and modest was her mien; Her garb was coarse, yet whole, and nicely clean; Her neatly...
Página 74 - Nor undelightful is the solemn noon Of night, when haply wakeful from my couch I start : lo, all is motionless around ! Roars not the rushing wind ; the sons of men And every beast in mute oblivion lie ; All nature's hush'd in silence and in sleep. O then how fearful is it to reflect, That through the still globe's awful solitude, No being wakes but me ! till stealing sleep My drooping temples bathes in opiate dews.
Página 352 - The winter is cold, and I have no vest, And my heart it is cold as it beats in my breast ; No father, no mother, no kindred have I, For I am a parentless Wandering Boy.