Time (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Genius of musings, who, the midnight hourWasting in woods or haunted forests wild,Dost watch Orion in his arctic tower,Thy dark ...
Genius of musings, who, the midnight hourWasting in woods or haunted forests wild,Dost watch Orion in his arctic tower,Thy dark ...
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
PART I.Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweetOur infant days, our infant joys, to greet;To roam in fancy in each ...
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 ...
Mighty magician! who on Torneo's brow,When sullen tempests wrap the throne of night,Art wont to sit and catch the gleam ...
Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spotWhich I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.Tired ...
You bid me, Ned, describe the placeWhere I, one of the rhyming race,Pursue my studies con amore,And wanton with the ...
Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do holdYour brilliant places in the sable vaultOf night's dominions!—Planets, and central orbsOf other ...
Yes, my stray steps have wander'd, wander'd farFrom thee, and long, heart-soothing Poesy!And many a flower, which in the passing ...
Sad solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils.Thy solemn vigils, in the sick man's mind;Communing lonely with his sinking soul,And musing ...
"Do I not feel?" The doubt is keen as steel.Yea, I do feel—most exquisitely feel;My heart can weep, when, from ...
Thou base repiner at another's joy,Whose eye turns green at merit not thine own,Oh, far away from generous Britons fly,And ...
Hence, away, vindictive thought;Thy pictures are of pain;The visions through thy dark eye caught,They with no gentle charms are fraught,So ...
He sunk, the impetuous river roll'd along,The sullen wave betray'd his dying breath;And rising sad the rustling sedge among,The gale ...
When pride and envy, and the scornOf wealth my heart with gall imbued,I thought how pleasant were the mornOf silence, ...
Be hush'd, be hush'd, ye bitter winds,Ye pelting rains, a little rest;Lie still, lie still, ye busy thoughts,That wring with ...
O Lord, my God, in mercy turn,In mercy hear a sinner mourn!To thee I call, to thee I cry,O leave ...
Yes, it will be over soon.—This sickly dreamOf life will vanish from my feverish brain;And death my wearied spirit will ...
What art thou, Mighty One! and where thy seat?Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands,And thou dost bear ...
And canst thou, Mother, for a moment thinkThat we, thy children, when old age shall shedIts blanching honours on thy ...
Once more, O Trent! along thy pebbly margeA pensive invalid, reduced and pale,From the close sick-room newly let at large,Wooes ...
God help thee, Traveller, on thy journey far;The wind is bitter keen, - the snow o'erlaysThe hidden pits, and dangerous ...
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