Henry Kirke White Quotes
d. 1806 England
Henry Kirke White (21 March 1785 – 19 October 1806) was an English poet, who died at a young age.
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Christianity is not a mere set of opinions to be embraced by understanding. It is the work of the heart as well as the head.
There is no species of poetry which is better adapted to the taste of a melancholy man than a sonnet. Its brevity precludes the possibility of it becoming tiresome.
And care, whom not the gayest can outbrave,
Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.
When the day of misfortune comes and (comes it must sooner or later to all )we may be prepared with Christian fortitude to endure the shock.
We should teach our children to make friends with us, to communicate all their thoughts to us … by this we find many opportunities of teaching them important truths, almost without knowing.
The exquisite and finely wrought susceptibility invariable marks the temperament of the poet. The cast of originality is the stamp and testimony of genius.
Poetry is a blossom of very delicate growth, it requires the maturing influence of vernal suns and every encouragement of culture and attention to bring it to its natural perfection.
What treasure does the religious an possess in this, that when everything else fails he has God for his refuge and can look to a world where he is sure through Christ Jesus, that he will not be disappointed.
Poetry has been to me something more than amusement, it has been a cheering companion when I had no other to fly to, a delightful solace.
Where now is Britain?
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Even as the savage sits upon the stone
That marks where stood her capitols, and hears
The bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks
From the dismaying solitude.
This new Katterfelto, his show to complete,
Means his boats should all sink as they pass by our fleet;
Then as under the ocean their course they steer right on,
They can pepper their foes from the bed of old Triton.
O Lord, another day has flown,
And we, a lonely band,
Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand