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 Soul (26 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 ...
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 In Wilford Churchyard (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spotWhich I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.Tired ...
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 ...
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 ...
Lines II (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Yes, my stray steps have wander'd, wander'd farFrom thee, and long, heart-soothing Poesy!And many a flower, which in the passing ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Nelsoni Mors (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Yet once again, my Harp, yet once againOne ditty more, and on the mountain ashI will again suspend thee. I ...
Fragment Of An Ode To The Moon (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Mild orb, who floatest through the realm of night,A pathless wanderer o'er a lonely wild,Welcome to me thy soft and ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
A Hymn (Henry Kirke White Poems)
O Lord, my God, in mercy turn,In mercy hear a sinner mourn!To thee I call, to thee I cry,O leave ...
Sonnet VI (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Sweet to the gay of heart is Summer's smile,Sweet the wild music of the laughing Spring;But ah! my soul far ...
Sonnet To April (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Emblem of life! see changeful April sailIn varying vest along the shadowy skies,Now bidding summer's softest zephyrs rise,Anon recalling winter's ...