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 ...
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 ...
Saw'st thou that light? exclaim'd the youth, and paused:Through yon dark firs it glanced, and on the streamThat skirts the ...
Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spotWhich I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.Tired ...
Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do holdYour brilliant places in the sable vaultOf night's dominions!—Planets, and central orbsOf other ...
Yet once more, and once more, awake, my Harp,From silence and neglect—one lofty strain;Lofty, yet wilder than the winds of ...
Beams of the daybreak faint! I hailYour dubious hues, as on the robeOf night, which wraps the slumbering globe,I mark ...
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 ...
Loud rage the winds without.—The wintry cloudO'er the cold northstar casts her flitting shroud;And Silence, pausing in some snow-clad dale,Starts ...
Season of general rest, whose solemn stillStrikes to the trembling heart a fearful chill,But speaks to philosophic souls delight;Thee do ...
When twilight steals along the ground,And all the bells are ringing round,One, two, three, four, and five,I at my study ...
"In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the splendours of the Deity."Awake, sweet harp ...
Thy judgments, Lord, are just; thou lovest to wearThe face of pity and of love divine;But mine is guilt—thou must ...
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