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 ...
Ding-dong! ding-dong!Merry, merry go the bells,Ding-dong! ding-dong!Over the heath, over the moor, and over the dale,"Swinging slow with sullen roar,"Dance, ...
Come, pensive sage, who lovest to dwellIn some retired Lapponian cell,Where, far from noise and riot rude,Besides sequester'd solitude.Come, and ...
Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spotWhich I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.Tired ...
I. 1.Retired, remote from human noise,An humble Poet dwelt serene;His lot was lowly, yet his joysWere manifold, I ween.He laid ...
Dear Fanny, I mean, now I'm laid on the shelf,To give you a sketch—ay, a sketch of myself.'Tis a pitiful ...
"Do I not feel?" The doubt is keen as steel.Yea, I do feel—most exquisitely feel;My heart can weep, when, from ...
Mild orb, who floatest through the realm of night,A pathless wanderer o'er a lonely wild,Welcome to me thy soft and ...
Hark! how the merry bells ring jocund round,And now they die upon the veering breezeAnon they thunder loudFull on the ...
Fast from the west the fading day-streaks fly,And ebon Night assumes her solemn sway,Yet here alone, unheeding time, I lie,And ...
Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild,Where, far from cities, I may spend my days,And, by the beauties of ...
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