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 ...
PART I.Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweetOur infant days, our infant joys, to greet;To roam in fancy in each ...
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 night it was still, and the moon it shoneSerenely on the sea,And the waves at the foot of the ...
Come, pensive sage, who lovest to dwellIn some retired Lapponian cell,Where, far from noise and riot rude,Besides sequester'd solitude.Come, and ...
Saw'st thou that light? exclaim'd the youth, and paused:Through yon dark firs it glanced, and on the streamThat skirts the ...
You bid me, Ned, describe the placeWhere I, one of the rhyming race,Pursue my studies con amore,And wanton with the ...
I. 1.Many there be, who, through the vale of life,With velvet pace, unnoticed, softly go,While jarring discord's inharmonious strifeAwakes them ...
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 ...
I. 1.Retired, remote from human noise,An humble Poet dwelt serene;His lot was lowly, yet his joysWere manifold, I ween.He laid ...
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 ...
Come, Disappointment, come!Not in thy terrors clad:Come, in thy meekest, saddest guise;Thy chastening rod but terrifiesThe restless and the bad.But ...
Thou, spirit of the spangled night!I woo thee from the watchtower high,Where thou dost sit to guide the barkOf lonely ...
I've read, my friend, of Dioclesian,And many another noble Grecian,Who wealth and palaces resigned,In cots the joys of peace to ...
Hark! how the merry bells ring jocund round,And now they die upon the veering breezeAnon they thunder loudFull on the ...
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 ...
When twilight steals along the ground,And all the bells are ringing round,One, two, three, four, and five,I at my study ...
When pride and envy, and the scornOf wealth my heart with gall imbued,I thought how pleasant were the mornOf silence, ...
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