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 Death & Dying (29 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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
To Contemplatio (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Come, pensive sage, who lovest to dwellIn some retired Lapponian cell,Where, far from noise and riot rude,Besides sequester'd solitude.Come, and ...
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 ...
Lines Written In Wilford Churchyard (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spotWhich I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.Tired ...
Genius (Henry Kirke White Poems)
I. 1.Many there be, who, through the vale of life,With velvet pace, unnoticed, softly go,While jarring discord's inharmonious strifeAwakes them ...
Written In The Prospect Of Death (Henry Kirke White Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Lines Supposed To Be Spoken By A Lover At The Grave Of His Mistress (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Mary, the moon is sleeping on thy grave,And on the turf thy lover sad is kneeling,The big tear in his ...
Lines I (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Go to the raging sea, and say, "Be still!"Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will;Preach to the storm, and ...
Nelsoni Mors (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Yet once again, my Harp, yet once againOne ditty more, and on the mountain ashI will again suspend thee. I ...
Fragment Of An Ode To The Moon (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Mild orb, who floatest through the realm of night,A pathless wanderer o'er a lonely wild,Welcome to me thy soft and ...
On The Death Of Dermody The Poet (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Child of Misfortune! Offspring of the Muse!Mark like the meteor's gleam his mad career;With hollow cheeks and haggard eye,Behold he ...
Thanatos (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Oh! who would cherish life,And cling unto this heavy clog of clay,Love this rude world of strife,Where glooms and tempests ...
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 ...
On Being Confined To School One Pleasant Morning In Spring (Henry Kirke White Poems)
The morning sun's enchanting raysNow call forth every songster's praise;Now the lark, with upward flight,Gaily ushers in the light;While wildly ...
Fragment I (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Oh! thou most fatal of Pandora's train,Consumption! silent cheater of the eye;Thou comest not robed in agonizing pain,Nor mark'st thy ...
The Eve Of Death (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Silence of death—portentous calm,Those airy forms that yonder flyDenote that your void foreruns a storm,That the hour of fate is ...
Elegy Occasioned By The Death Of Mr. Gill (Henry Kirke White Poems)
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 ...
To The Herb Rosemary (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Sweet scented flower! who art wont to bloomOn January's front severe,And o'er the wintry desert drearTo waft thy waste perfume!Come, ...
Inscription For A Monument To The Memory Of Cowper (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Reader! if with no vulgar sympathyThou view'st the wreck of genius and of worth,Stay thou thy footsteps near this hallow'd ...
The Wandering Boy (Henry Kirke White Poems)
When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor,And the cottager shuts on the beggar his door;When the chilling tear ...
Sonnet IV (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Quick o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts—Bleak blows the blast—now howls—then faintly dies—And oft upon its awful wings it ...
Sonnet II (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Ye unseen spirits, whose wild melodies,At evening rising slow, yet sweetly clear,Steal on the musing poet's pensive ear,As by the ...
Sonnet VIII. (Henry Kirke White Poems)
So ravishing soft upon the tideOf the infuriate gust, it did career,It might have sooth'd its rugged charioteer,And sunk him ...
To Consumption (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Gently, most gently on thy victim's head,Consumption, lay thine hand! Let me decayLike the expiring lamp, unseen, away,And softly go ...
Canzonet (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Maiden! wrap thy mantle round thee,Cold the rain beats on thy breast:Why should Horror's voice astound thee?Death can bid the ...