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 ...
Saw'st thou that light? exclaim'd the youth, and paused:Through yon dark firs it glanced, and on the streamThat skirts the ...
Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spotWhich I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.Tired ...
Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do holdYour brilliant places in the sable vaultOf night's dominions!—Planets, and central orbsOf other ...
The western gale,Mild as the kisses of connubial love,Plays round my languid limbs, as all dissolved,Beneath the ancient elm's fantastic ...
I. 1.Retired, remote from human noise,An humble Poet dwelt serene;His lot was lowly, yet his joysWere manifold, I ween.He laid ...
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 ...
Come all ye true hearts, who, Old England to save,Now shoulder the musket, or plough the rough wave,I will sing ...
Come, Disappointment, come!Not in thy terrors clad:Come, in thy meekest, saddest guise;Thy chastening rod but terrifiesThe restless and the bad.But ...
Sleep, baby mine, enkerchieft on my bosom,Thy cries they pierce again my bleeding breast;Sleep, baby mine, not long thou'lt have ...
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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