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Henry Kirke White Quotes

To wind the mighty secrets of the past, And turn the key of time.

Henry Kirke White (1834). “The Life and Remains of Henry Kirke White, Etc”, p.92

Much in sorrow, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go.

Henry Kirke White, Robert Southey (1823). “The remains of Henry Kirke White, of Nottingham, late of St. John's college, Cambridge: with an account of his life”, p.148

Who shall contend with time,--unvanquished time, the conqueror of conquerors and lord of desolation?

Henry Kirke White (1842). “The Works of Henry Kirke White: Containing His Life, Poems, and Melancholy Hours”, p.204

I, a Laconian dog, can bite again: Yes, I can make the Daunian tiger flee, Much more a bragging, foul-mouth'd whelp like thee.

Henry Kirke White, Robert Southey (1822). “The Remains of Henry Kirke White, of Nottingham, Late of St. John's College, Cambridge”, p.73

Where now is Britain? . Even as the savage sits upon the stone That marks were stood her capitols, and hears The bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks From the dismaying solitude.

Samuel Rogers, Thomas Campbell, James Montgomery, Charles Lamb, Henry Kirke White (1841). “The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White”, p.490

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.

Henry Kirke White (1824). “The prose remains of Henry Kirke White, of Nottingham, late of St. John's College, Cambridge, containing his letters, essays, and some account of his life”, p.117

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.

Henry Kirke White (1829). “The complete works of Henry Kirke White: with an account of his life”, p.413

And care, whom not the gayest can outbrave, Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.

Henry Kirke White, Robert Southey, John Todd (1854). “The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke White: Also Containing His Melancholy Hours”, p.241

So, on the eastern summit, clad in gray, morn, like a horseman girt for travel, comes, and from his tower of mist night's watchman hurries down.

Henry Kirke White (1829). “The complete works of Henry Kirke White: with an account of his life”, p.131

Earthly pride is like the passing flower, that springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.

Henry Kirke White (1834). “The Life and Remains of Henry Kirke White, Etc”, p.95