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 ...
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 ...
Mighty magician! who on Torneo's brow,When sullen tempests wrap the throne of night,Art wont to sit and catch the gleam ...
Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spotWhich I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.Tired ...
I. 1.Many there be, who, through the vale of life,With velvet pace, unnoticed, softly go,While jarring discord's inharmonious strifeAwakes them ...
Down the sultry arc of dayThe burning wheels have urged their way;And eve along the western skiesSheds her intermingling dyes.Down ...
Thou simple Lyre! thy music wildHas served to charm the weary hour,And many a lonely night has 'guiled,When even pain ...
Oh! who would cherish life,And cling unto this heavy clog of clay,Love this rude world of strife,Where glooms and tempests ...
Hark! how the merry bells ring jocund round,And now they die upon the veering breezeAnon they thunder loudFull on the ...
Season of general rest, whose solemn stillStrikes to the trembling heart a fearful chill,But speaks to philosophic souls delight;Thee do ...
Hence, away, vindictive thought;Thy pictures are of pain;The visions through thy dark eye caught,They with no gentle charms are fraught,So ...
Silence of death—portentous calm,Those airy forms that yonder flyDenote that your void foreruns a storm,That the hour of fate is ...
Sweet scented flower! who art wont to bloomOn January's front severe,And o'er the wintry desert drearTo waft thy waste perfume!Come, ...
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 ...
Sleep, baby mine, enkerchieft on my bosom,Thy cries they pierce again my bleeding breast;Sleep, baby mine, not long thou'lt have ...
What art thou, Mighty One! and where thy seat?Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands,And thou dost bear ...
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 ...
Fast from the west the fading day-streaks fly,And ebon Night assumes her solemn sway,Yet here alone, unheeding time, I lie,And ...
'Tis midnight. On the globe dead slumber sits,And all is silence—in the hour of sleep;Save when the hollow gust, that ...
Lady, thou weepest for the Maniac's wo,And thou art fair, and thou, like me, art young;Oh! may thy bosom never, ...
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