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The Beauties of Henry Kirke White: Consisting of Selections From His Poetry ...
Henry Kirke White
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art thou Athyras Behold beneath bittern bliss breast breath breeze burning lake calm Chaldeans charms cheek clouds cold Constantinople dark dear death deep delight desert shore distant divine dost dreams drear Edwy Epicurus eternity faint fancy fear fix'd gale genius Germanicus gloom Gondoline grave happy harp Harvest Moon hath head hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour human life's light lonely loud lute lyre maid meditative melancholy mind misery Moloch moon morn mortal mournful muse neath never night o'er pale peace pensive philosophy Plato pleasure poor Pythagoras rise round scene serene shade sigh sight silent sing sleep slumbers smile soft solemn solitary solitude song sorrows soul sound spirit storm sublime sweet tear tell tempest thee thine thou thought throne twas vale wandering wave weary weep whispering wild winds woods Zoroaster
Page 99 - 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.
Page 77 - THROUGH sorrow's night and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of an injured King, Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude Shall sleep the years away. H Our labors done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded o'er our silent dust The storms of life shall beat.
Page 111 - When the tired hedger hies him home ; Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its breast. Yet when the silent evening sighs, With hallow'd airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
Page 122 - ... the scale Of these stupendous worlds! Almighty God! Thou, the dread author of these wondrous works! Say, canst thou cast on me, poor passing worm, One look "of kind benevolence? — Thou canst; For thou art full of universal love, And in thy boundless goodness wilt impart Thy beams as well lo me as to the proud, The pageant insects of a glittering hour.
Page 20 - 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 1 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.
Page 78 - These ashes too, this little dust, Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep.
Page 105 - 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.
Page 73 - Storms and tempests, floods and rains, Stern despoilers of the plains, Hence, away, the season flee, Foes to light-heart jollity: May no winds careering high Drive the clouds along the sky, But may all nature smile with aspect boon, When in the heavens thou...