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 ...
Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spotWhich I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.Tired ...
Yes, my stray steps have wander'd, wander'd farFrom thee, and long, heart-soothing Poesy!And many a flower, which in the passing ...
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 ...
"Do I not feel?" The doubt is keen as steel.Yea, I do feel—most exquisitely feel;My heart can weep, when, from ...
Thou base repiner at another's joy,Whose eye turns green at merit not thine own,Oh, far away from generous Britons fly,And ...
Hence, away, vindictive thought;Thy pictures are of pain;The visions through thy dark eye caught,They with no gentle charms are fraught,So ...
When pride and envy, and the scornOf wealth my heart with gall imbued,I thought how pleasant were the mornOf silence, ...
What art thou, Mighty One! and where thy seat?Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands,And thou dost bear ...
And canst thou, Mother, for a moment thinkThat we, thy children, when old age shall shedIts blanching honours on thy ...
Once more, O Trent! along thy pebbly margeA pensive invalid, reduced and pale,From the close sick-room newly let at large,Wooes ...
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