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 ...
The night it was still, and the moon it shoneSerenely on the sea,And the waves at the foot of the ...
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, ...
Saw'st thou that light? exclaim'd the youth, and paused:Through yon dark firs it glanced, and on the streamThat skirts the ...
I. 1.Many there be, who, through the vale of life,With velvet pace, unnoticed, softly go,While jarring discord's inharmonious strifeAwakes them ...
Some to Aonian lyres of silver soundWith winning elegance attune their song,Form'd to sink lightly on the soothed sense,And charm ...
"Do I not feel?" The doubt is keen as steel.Yea, I do feel—most exquisitely feel;My heart can weep, when, from ...
Child of Misfortune! Offspring of the Muse!Mark like the meteor's gleam his mad career;With hollow cheeks and haggard eye,Behold he ...
Oh! thou most fatal of Pandora's train,Consumption! silent cheater of the eye;Thou comest not robed in agonizing pain,Nor mark'st thy ...
He sunk, the impetuous river roll'd along,The sullen wave betray'd his dying breath;And rising sad the rustling sedge among,The gale ...
Oh! thou who, in my early youth,When fancy wore the garb of truth,Wert wont to win my infant feetTo some ...
Misfortune, I am young, my chin is bare,And I have wondered much when men have toldHow youth was free from ...
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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