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 ...
Henry Kirke White Poems on Art (13 Poems)
Clifton Grove (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
Childhood (Henry Kirke White Poems)
PART I.Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweetOur infant days, our infant joys, to greet;To roam in fancy in each ...
The Dance Of The Consumptives (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Ding-dong! ding-dong!Merry, merry go the bells,Ding-dong! ding-dong!Over the heath, over the moor, and over the dale,"Swinging slow with sullen roar,"Dance, ...
Fragments (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Saw'st thou that light? exclaim'd the youth, and paused:Through yon dark firs it glanced, and on the streamThat skirts the ...
Ode Addressed To H. Fuseli, Esq. R. A. On Seeing Engravings From His Designs (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Mighty magician! who on Torneo's brow,When sullen tempests wrap the throne of night,Art wont to sit and catch the gleam ...
Lines Written On A Survey Of The Heavens In The Morning Before Daybreak (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do holdYour brilliant places in the sable vaultOf night's dominions!—Planets, and central orbsOf other ...
Fragment (Henry Kirke White Poems)
The western gale,Mild as the kisses of connubial love,Plays round my languid limbs, as all dissolved,Beneath the ancient elm's fantastic ...
Solitude (Henry Kirke White Poems)
It is not that my lot is low,That bids this silent tear to flow;It is not grief that bids me ...
The Prostitute (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Woman of weeping eye, ah! for thy wretched lot,Putting on smiles to lure the lewd passenger,Smiling while anguish gnaws at ...
To Thought (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Hence, away, vindictive thought;Thy pictures are of pain;The visions through thy dark eye caught,They with no gentle charms are fraught,So ...
To Misfortune (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Misfortune, I am young, my chin is bare,And I have wondered much when men have toldHow youth was free from ...
Sonnet III. (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Lady, thou weepest for the Maniac's wo,And thou art fair, and thou, like me, art young;Oh! may thy bosom never, ...