The Christiad (Henry Kirke White Poems)
BOOK I.I.I sing the Cross!—Ye white-robed angel choirs,Who know the chords of harmony to sweep,Ye who o'er holy David's varying ...
BOOK I.I.I sing the Cross!—Ye white-robed angel choirs,Who know the chords of harmony to sweep,Ye who o'er holy David's varying ...
Ho! Brother, I'm a Britisher, A chip of heart of oak,That wouldn't warp or swerve or stir From what I thought or ...
THOU lovely penitent! whose long-drawn sighsBespeak a breast o'ercharg'd with silent grief;O lift once more to heav'n thy downcast eyes,Whence ...
NIGH to where Grayrigg's ancient hallYet stands, as country legends tell,And hoary-headed swains have heard,The fairy people lov'd to dwell:There ...
On the Bank of a River so deep,Whose Waters glide silently on,Sad Rosalind sat down to weep,For Damon her Lover ...
Once on a time, in sunshine weather,Falsehood and Truth walk'd out together,The neighbouring woods and lawns to view,As opposites will ...
Hail! thou sequester'd rural seat, Which ever beauteous dost appear,Where the sweet songsters oft repeat Their varied concerts, wild and clear!Upon thy ...
AS round the room, with tentless speed,Young Delia tripp'd it finely,A looking-glass, so Fate decreed,She broke, but not design'dly.A looking-glass ...
AND was it thine to share the bliss,For which so many sigh in vain?And did thy lips receive a kissFrom ...
O the day when Somebody, Long ago, long ago,Never asking reasons why,Simply loved Another soThat the hours sunny brightTripp'd along in ...
THE CONFIDANT.Anna was young and lovely--in her eyeThe glance of beauty, in her cheek the dye:Her shape was slender, and ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
WITH our late Vicar, and his age the same,His clerk, hight Jachin, to his office came;The like slow speech was ...
But once I saw her, with the auburn hairIn rich profusion, shading her pure cheek,A cheek of beauty, and so ...
Dear Mansergh! Of the few this breast who share, And share in pitying sympathy its woe, You best my vast ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, ...
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