The Remains of Henry Kirke White of Nottingham V2: Late of St. John's College, Cambridge, with an Account of His Life (1813) Paperback - 2010

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1808. Excerpt: ... Nymphs of Paeon," is an allowable liberty? The allusion b to their healthy and bracing qualities.' The last line of the seventh stanza contains an apparent pleonasm, to say no worse of it, and yet it was not written as such. The idea was from the shriek of Death (personified), and the scream of the dying man. ELEGY Occasioned by the Death of Mr. Gill, who was drowned in lite river Trent, while bathing, 9tA August, 1802. HE sunk--th' impetuous river roll'd along, The sullen wave betray'd his dying breath; And rising sad, the rustling sedge among, The gale of evening touch'd the cords of death. Nymph of the Trent! why didst not thou appear To snatch the victim from thy felon wave? Alas! too late thou cam'st to embalm his bier, ' And deck with water flags his early grave. This line may appear somewhat obscure.--It alludes to the last bubbling of the water, after a person has sunk, caused by the final expiration of the air from the lungs; inhalation, by intro. ducing the water, produces suffocation. Triumphant, riding o'er its tumid prey, Rolls the red stream in sanguinary pride; While anxious crouds, in vain, expectant stay, And ask the swoln corse from the murdering tide. The stealing tear-drop stagnates in the eye, The sudden sigh by friendship's bosom prov'd, I mark them rise--I mark the gen'ral sigh; Unhappy youth! and wert thou so belov'd? On thee, as lone I trace the Trent's green brink, When the dim twilight slumbers on the glade; On thee, my thoughts shall dwell, nor Fancy shrink To hold mysterious converse with thy shade. 6. Of thee, as early I, with vagrant feet, Hail the grey-sandal'd morn in Colwick's vale, Of thee, my sylvan reed shall warble sweet, And wild-wood echoes shall repeat the tale. r. And oh! y e nymphs of Paeon! who preside O'er run...