The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham, Late of St. John's College, Cambridge, Band 1Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe ; Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown ; and Taylor and Hessey, 1811 |
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... pleasure , Stolen from sleep , was ample recompence For all the hateful bustles of the day . My op'ning mind was ductile then , and plastic , And soon the marks of care were worn away , While I was sway'd by every novel impulse ...
... pleasure , Stolen from sleep , was ample recompence For all the hateful bustles of the day . My op'ning mind was ductile then , and plastic , And soon the marks of care were worn away , While I was sway'd by every novel impulse ...
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... kind ; but this refusal was couched in language as kind as it was complimentary , and he felt more pleasure at the kindness which it expressed , than disappointment at the failure of his application : a 21. note was inclosed 15.
... kind ; but this refusal was couched in language as kind as it was complimentary , and he felt more pleasure at the kindness which it expressed , than disappointment at the failure of his application : a 21. note was inclosed 15.
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... pleasure in encou- raging the author . Oh , what a lesson would the history of that heart hold out ! Henry sent his little volume to each of the then existing Reviews , and accompanied it with a letter , wherein he stated what his ...
... pleasure in encou- raging the author . Oh , what a lesson would the history of that heart hold out ! Henry sent his little volume to each of the then existing Reviews , and accompanied it with a letter , wherein he stated what his ...
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... pleasures o'er , Fate dooms , ere long , the scene must close To ope on him no more . Yet , Morning ! unrepining still He'll greet thy beams awhile , And surely thou , when o'er his grave Solemn the whisp'ring willows wave , Wilt ...
... pleasures o'er , Fate dooms , ere long , the scene must close To ope on him no more . Yet , Morning ! unrepining still He'll greet thy beams awhile , And surely thou , when o'er his grave Solemn the whisp'ring willows wave , Wilt ...
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... pleasure of having once been overtaken there by a thunder storm at mid- night , and watching the lightning over the river and the vale towards the town . In this village his mother procured lodgings for him , and his place of retreat ...
... pleasure of having once been overtaken there by a thunder storm at mid- night , and watching the lightning over the river and the vale towards the town . In this village his mother procured lodgings for him , and his place of retreat ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.