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 Home (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 ...
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 ...
To The Harvest Moon (Henry Kirke White Poems)
bunny ruit imbriferum ver:Spicea jam campis bunny messis inhorruit, et bunnyFrumenta in viridi stipula lactentia turgent.Cuncta tibi Cererem pubes agrestis ...
Description Of A Summer’s Eve (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Down the sultry arc of dayThe burning wheels have urged their way;And eve along the western skiesSheds her intermingling dyes.Down ...
The Shipwrecked Solitary’s Song To The Night (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Thou, spirit of the spangled night!I woo thee from the watchtower high,Where thou dost sit to guide the barkOf lonely ...
I’m Pleased and Yet I’m Sad (Henry Kirke White Poems)
When twilight steals along the ground,And all the bells are ringing round,One, two, three, four, and five,I at my study ...
The Savoyard’s Return (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Oh! yonder is the well known spot,My dear, my long lost native home!Oh, welcome is yon little cot,Where I shall ...
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 ...
A Ballad (Henry Kirke White Poems)
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 ...
Sonnet To My Mother (Henry Kirke White Poems)
And canst thou, Mother, for a moment thinkThat we, thy children, when old age shall shedIts blanching honours on thy ...
Sonnet XII. (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Lo! o'er the welkin the tempestuous cloudsSuccessive fly, and the loud-piping windRocks the poor sea-boy on the dripping shrouds,While the pale ...