The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham, Late of St. John's College, Cambridge, Volume 1Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe ; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown ; and Taylor and Hessey, 1811 |
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... letter addressed to her upon the subject , but I be- lieve it was never sent . He was then recommended to apply to the Duchess of Devonshire . Poor Henry felt a fit repugnance at courting patronage in this way , but he felt that it was ...
... letter addressed to her upon the subject , but I be- lieve it was never sent . He was then recommended to apply to the Duchess of Devonshire . Poor Henry felt a fit repugnance at courting patronage in this way , but he felt that it was ...
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... letter , wherein he stated what his advantages had been , and what were the hopes which he proposed to himself from the publication ; requesting from them that indulgence of which his pro- ductions did not stand in need , and which it ...
... letter , wherein he stated what his advantages had been , and what were the hopes which he proposed to himself from the publication ; requesting from them that indulgence of which his pro- ductions did not stand in need , and which it ...
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... letter before him , ( by mere accident I saw that which had been sent to the Critical Review , ) even though the poems had been bad , a good man would not have said so ; he would have avoided censure , if he had found it impossible to ...
... letter before him , ( by mere accident I saw that which had been sent to the Critical Review , ) even though the poems had been bad , a good man would not have said so ; he would have avoided censure , if he had found it impossible to ...
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... letter from Mr. White , of Nottingham , complaining of the tendency of our strictures on his poem of Clifton Grove , in our last number . His expostula- tions is written with a warmth of feeling in which we truly sympathize , and which ...
... letter from Mr. White , of Nottingham , complaining of the tendency of our strictures on his poem of Clifton Grove , in our last number . His expostula- tions is written with a warmth of feeling in which we truly sympathize , and which ...
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... letter which he had written to the reviewers , understood the whole cruelty of their in- justice . In consequence of this I wrote to Henry , to encourage him : told him , that though I was well aware how imprudent it was in young poets ...
... letter which he had written to the reviewers , understood the whole cruelty of their in- justice . In consequence of this I wrote to Henry , to encourage him : told him , that though I was well aware how imprudent it was in young poets ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
affection affectionate amuse BROTHER NEVILLE calm Cambridge Capel Lofft Catton cheerful Christian church Clifton Grove comfort DEAR MOTHER DEAR NEVILLE DEAR SIR death delight duty examination expected faith fear feel fond genius give grace grave Greek H. K. WHITE hand happy hear heart heavenly HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy honour hope hour Jesus Christ JOHN CHARLESWORTH John's John's College labour learned leave leisure letter live lyre MADDOCK mind morning muse never night Nottingham o'er peace pleasure poems poet pray prayer present reason received relaxation religion religious Robert Southey scene Septuagint sigh Sizar sleep song soon sorrow soul spirit strong medicines sure sweet tear tell thee thine thing thou thought tion trust truth tutor verses virtues Winteringham wish write written young youth
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Página 73 - 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 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 321 - 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 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 309 - No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep, But living statues there are seen to weep ; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb, Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
Página 308 - When science' self destroyed her favourite son ! Yes ! she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sowed the seeds, but death has reaped the fruit. 'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low. So the struck eagle...
Página 36 - What is this passing scene? A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps along the plain, And all things fade away Man (soon discuss'd) Yields up his trust, And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust.
Página 49 - The exercise which Henry took was no relaxation ; he still continued the habit of studying while he walked ; and in this manner, while he was at Cambridge, committed to memory a whole tragedy of Euripides. Twice he distinguished himself in the following year, being again pronounced first at the great college examination, and also one of the three best theme writers, between whom the examiners could not decide. The college offered him, at their...
Página 308 - 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 18 - Sky were not orthodox rhymes, according to his wise canons of criticism, sat down to blast the hopes of a boy, who had confessed to him all his hopes and all his difficulties, and thrown himself upon his mercy.