The Shipwrecked Solitary’s Song To The Night (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Thou, spirit of the spangled night!I woo thee from the watchtower high,Where thou dost sit to guide the barkOf lonely ...
Henry Kirke White Poems (94 Poems)
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 ...
On The Death Of Dermody The Poet (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Child of Misfortune! Offspring of the Muse!Mark like the meteor's gleam his mad career;With hollow cheeks and haggard eye,Behold he ...
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 ...
To My Lyre (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Thou simple Lyre! thy music wildHas served to charm the weary hour,And many a lonely night has 'guiled,When even pain ...
Fragment II (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Loud rage the winds without.—The wintry cloudO'er the cold northstar casts her flitting shroud;And Silence, pausing in some snow-clad dale,Starts ...
To A Friend (Henry Kirke White Poems)
I've read, my friend, of Dioclesian,And many another noble Grecian,Who wealth and palaces resigned,In cots the joys of peace to ...
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 ...
On Whit-Monday (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Hark! how the merry bells ring jocund round,And now they die upon the veering breezeAnon they thunder loudFull on the ...
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 ...
The Prostitute (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Woman of weeping eye, ah! for thy wretched lot,Putting on smiles to lure the lewd passenger,Smiling while anguish gnaws at ...
On Being Confined To School One Pleasant Morning In Spring (Henry Kirke White Poems)
The morning sun's enchanting raysNow call forth every songster's praise;Now the lark, with upward flight,Gaily ushers in the light;While wildly ...
To Midnight (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Season of general rest, whose solemn stillStrikes to the trembling heart a fearful chill,But speaks to philosophic souls delight;Thee do ...
To Thought (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Hence, away, vindictive thought;Thy pictures are of pain;The visions through thy dark eye caught,They with no gentle charms are fraught,So ...
Fragment I (Henry Kirke White Poems)
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 ...
The Eve Of Death (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Silence of death—portentous calm,Those airy forms that yonder flyDenote that your void foreruns a storm,That the hour of fate is ...
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 ...
Elegy Occasioned By The Death Of Mr. Gill (Henry Kirke White Poems)
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 ...
I’m Pleased and Yet I’m Sad (Henry Kirke White Poems)
When twilight steals along the ground,And all the bells are ringing round,One, two, three, four, and five,I at my study ...
To The Muse (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Ill-fated maid, in whose unhappy trainChill poverty and misery are seen,Anguish and discontent, the unhappy baneOf life, and blackener of ...
Hymn (Henry Kirke White Poems)
"In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the splendours of the Deity."Awake, sweet harp ...
Song (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Softly, softly blow, ye breezes,Gently o'er my Edwy fly!Lo! he slumbers, slumbers sweetly;Softly, zephyrs, pass him by!My love is asleep,He ...
The Savoyard’s Return (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Oh! yonder is the well known spot,My dear, my long lost native home!Oh, welcome is yon little cot,Where I shall ...
To The Genius Of Romance (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Oh! thou who, in my early youth,When fancy wore the garb of truth,Wert wont to win my infant feetTo some ...
To The Herb Rosemary (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Sweet scented flower! who art wont to bloomOn January's front severe,And o'er the wintry desert drearTo waft thy waste perfume!Come, ...
Inscription For A Monument To The Memory Of Cowper (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Reader! if with no vulgar sympathyThou view'st the wreck of genius and of worth,Stay thou thy footsteps near this hallow'd ...
Verses I (Henry Kirke White Poems)
When pride and envy, and the scornOf wealth my heart with gall imbued,I thought how pleasant were the mornOf silence, ...
The Wandering Boy (Henry Kirke White Poems)
When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor,And the cottager shuts on the beggar his door;When the chilling tear ...
The Star Of Bethlehem (Henry Kirke White Poems)
When marshal'd on the nightly plain,The glittering host bestud the sky;One star alone, of all the train,Can fix the sinner's ...
A Pastoral Song (Henry Kirke White Poems)
Come, Anna! come, the morning dawns,Faint streaks of radiance tinge the skies;Come, let us seek the dewy lawns,And watch the ...