art thou Athyras breast BROTHER NEVILLE calm Capel Lofft charms Clifton Grove clouds dæmons dark DEAR NEVILLE death deep delight distant divine dost eternal fear feel gale genius give gloom Gondoline grace grave H. K. WHITE hand happy harp hath hear heard heart Heaven Henry HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy Honington honours hope John's letter light lonely lyre maid mind moon mortal mother mournful muse nature never night Nottingham o'er pain pale peace pensive pleasure poems poet Pythagoras Quatorzain round scene sigh silent sing Sizar sleep slumbers smile soft solemn song sonnet soon soothe sorrow soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem storm sublime sweet tear tell thee thine thing Thomas Warton thou thought throne tion vale verses wandering wave weep wild winds Winteringham written youth Zoroaster
Page 124 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, 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 had'st 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, —...
Page 192 - 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.
Page 121 - 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.
Page 194 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Page 127 - I've none to smile when I am free, And when I sigh, to sigh with me. Yet in my dreams a form I view, That thinks on me, and loves me too ; I start, and when the vision's flown, I weep that I am all alone.
Page 127 - It is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow; It is not grief that bids me moan; It is that I am all alone. In woods and glens I love to roam, 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 285 - ... in medium discenda dabat ; coetusque silentum dictaque mirantum magni primordia mundi et rerum causas et quid natura, docebat: quid deus, unde nives, quae fulminis esset origo ; Juppiter an venti discussa nube tonarent ; 70 quid quateret terras, qua sidera lege mearent, et quodcumque latet ; primusque animalia mensis arguit imponi.
Page 121 - 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.