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 Joy & Excitement (23 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 ...
Gondoline (Henry Kirke White Poems)
The night it was still, and the moon it shoneSerenely on the sea,And the waves at the foot of the ...
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 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 ...
Christmas Day (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Yet once more, and once more, awake, my Harp,From silence and neglect—one lofty strain;Lofty, yet wilder than the winds of ...
To The Morning (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Beams of the daybreak faint! I hailYour dubious hues, as on the robeOf night, which wraps the slumbering globe,I mark ...
To The Earl Of Carlisle, K. G. (Henry Kirke White Poems)
I. 1.Retired, remote from human noise,An humble Poet dwelt serene;His lot was lowly, yet his joysWere manifold, I ween.He laid ...
On Disappointme (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Come, Disappointment, come!Not in thy terrors clad:Come, in thy meekest, saddest guise;Thy chastening rod but terrifiesThe restless and the bad.But ...
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 ...
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 ...
Verses II (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Thou base repiner at another's joy,Whose eye turns green at merit not thine own,Oh, far away from generous Britons fly,And ...
Fragment II (Henry Kirke White Poems)
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 ...
To A Friend (Henry Kirke White Poems)
I've read, my friend, of Dioclesian,And many another noble Grecian,Who wealth and palaces resigned,In cots the joys of peace to ...
On Whit-Monday (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Hark! how the merry bells ring jocund round,And now they die upon the veering breezeAnon they thunder loudFull on the ...
Athanatos (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Away with Death—awayWith all her sluggish sleeps and chilling damps,Impervious to the day,Where nature sinks into inanity.How can the soul ...
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 ...
Lines On Reading The Poems Of Wharton (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Oh, Warton! to thy soothing shell,Stretch'd remote in hermit cell,Where the brook runs babbling by,For ever I could listening lie;And ...
To The Muse (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Ill-fated maid, in whose unhappy trainChill poverty and misery are seen,Anguish and discontent, the unhappy baneOf life, and blackener of ...
Sonnet X (Henry Kirke White Poems)
When I sit musing on the chequer'd past(A term much darken'd with untimely woes),My thoughts revert to her, for whom ...
Sonnet XI (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild,Where, far from cities, I may spend my days,And, by the beauties of ...