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 Sadness (32 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 ...
The Christiad (Henry Kirke White Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Genius (Henry Kirke White Poems)
I. 1.Many there be, who, through the vale of life,With velvet pace, unnoticed, softly go,While jarring discord's inharmonious strifeAwakes them ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
Written In The Prospect Of Death (Henry Kirke White Poems)
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 ...
Commencement (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Some to Aonian lyres of silver soundWith winning elegance attune their song,Form'd to sink lightly on the soothed sense,And charm ...
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 ...
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 ...
Lines I (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Go to the raging sea, and say, "Be still!"Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will;Preach to the storm, and ...
To A Friend In Distress (Henry Kirke White Poems)
"Do I not feel?" The doubt is keen as steel.Yea, I do feel—most exquisitely feel;My heart can weep, when, from ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Prostitute (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Woman of weeping eye, ah! for thy wretched lot,Putting on smiles to lure the lewd passenger,Smiling while anguish gnaws at ...
To Midnight (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Season of general rest, whose solemn stillStrikes to the trembling heart a fearful chill,But speaks to philosophic souls delight;Thee do ...
To Thought (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Hence, away, vindictive thought;Thy pictures are of pain;The visions through thy dark eye caught,They with no gentle charms are fraught,So ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Dark Woodland (Henry Kirke White Poems)
As thus oppressed with many a heavy care(Though young yet sorrowful), I turn my feetTo the dark woodland, longing much ...
Sonnet IV (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Quick o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts—Bleak blows the blast—now howls—then faintly dies—And oft upon its awful wings it ...
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 ...
Sonnet To A Taper (Henry Kirke White Poems)
'Tis midnight. On the globe dead slumber sits,And all is silence—in the hour of sleep;Save when the hollow gust, that ...