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 Love (20 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
My Own Character (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Dear Fanny, I mean, now I'm laid on the shelf,To give you a sketch—ay, a sketch of myself.'Tis a pitiful ...
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 ...
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 ...
Song (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Softly, softly blow, ye breezes,Gently o'er my Edwy fly!Lo! he slumbers, slumbers sweetly;Softly, zephyrs, pass him by!My love is asleep,He ...
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 Translated From The French Of M. Desbarreaux (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Thy judgments, Lord, are just; thou lovest to wearThe face of pity and of love divine;But mine is guilt—thou must ...
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 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, ...
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 ...
To Love (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Why should I blush to own I love?'Tis Love that rules the realms above.Why should I blush to say to ...