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 ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
Sweetly the voice of long departed timeComes o'er the soul, and in its whispers bringsVisions of glory, mighty deeds sublime,And ...
Wisdom's first progress is to take a viewWhat's decent or indecent, false or true.He's truly prudent who can separateHonest from ...
The wind blew free that morn that we, High-hearted, sailed away; Bound for Favonian islands blest, Remote within the utmost West, Beyond the golden ...
Love is a sort of cannibal And lives upon its kind, It dares all dangers, fears no foes And to the world is ...
Ye who yourselves of larger worth esteemThan common mortals, listen to my dream,and learn the lesson of life's cozening cheat,The ...
We, too, have autumns, when our leaves Drop loosely through the dampened air,When all our good seems bound in sheaves, And we ...
All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,Defending of the bliss I strove to take;Raising my rapture by her kind delay,Her ...
Thou must have altered in the two long yearsWhich thou hast passed since I beheld thee, Ann!For then thou wast ...
All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,Defending of the bliss I strove to take;Raising my rapture by her kind delay,Her ...
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow, Demurest of the ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Observant of the way she told So much of what was true, No vanity could long withhold Regard that was ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
(WASHINGTON SQUARE) I met him, as one meets a ghost or two, Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel. ...
I say no more for Clavering Than I should say of him who fails To bring his wounded vessel home ...
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