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Henry Kirke White's Poetry, by first line

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  • To A Friend In Distress
    "Do I not feel?" The doubt is keen as steel.
    Yea, I do feel—most exquisitely feel;
    40 lines
  • Hymn
    "In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the splendours of the Deity."
    Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake,
    35 lines
  • Sonnet To A Taper
    'Tis midnight. On the globe dead slumber sits,
    And all is silence—in the hour of sleep;
    13 lines
  • Sonnet To My Mother
    And canst thou, Mother, for a moment think
    That we, thy children, when old age shall shed
    13 lines
  • The Dark Woodland
    As thus oppressed with many a heavy care
    (Though young yet sorrowful), I turn my feet
    14 lines
  • Athanatos
    Away with Death—away
    With all her sluggish sleeps and chilling damps,
    40 lines
  • A Ballad
    Be hush'd, be hush'd, ye bitter winds,
    Ye pelting rains, a little rest;
    28 lines
  • To The Morning
    Beams of the daybreak faint! I hail
    Your dubious hues, as on the robe
    79 lines
  • Epigram On Robert Bloomfield
    Bloomfield, thy happy omen'd name
    Ensures continuance to thy fame;
    3 lines
  • The Christiad
    BOOK I.
    I.
    433 lines
  • To The Harvest Moon
    bunny ruit imbriferum ver:
    Spicea jam campis bunny messis inhorruit, et bunny
    71 lines
  • On The Death Of Dermody The Poet
    Child of Misfortune! Offspring of the Muse!
    Mark like the meteor's gleam his mad career;
    54 lines
  • The Wonderful Juggler
    Come all ye true hearts, who, Old England to save,
    Now shoulder the musket, or plough the rough wave,
    64 lines
  • A Pastoral Song
    Come, Anna! come, the morning dawns,
    Faint streaks of radiance tinge the skies;
    26 lines
  • On Disappointment
    Come, Disappointment, come!
    Not in thy terrors clad:
    81 lines
  • To Contemplation
    Come, pensive sage, who lovest to dwell
    In some retired Lapponian cell,
    156 lines
  • My Own Character
    Dear Fanny, I mean, now I'm laid on the shelf,
    To give you a sketch—ay, a sketch of myself.
    58 lines
  • The Dance Of The Consumptives
    Ding-dong! ding-dong!
    Merry, merry go the bells,
    192 lines
  • Description Of A Summer’s Eve
    Down the sultry arc of day
    The burning wheels have urged their way;
    54 lines
  • Sonnet To April
    Emblem of life! see changeful April sail
    In varying vest along the shadowy skies,
    13 lines
  • Sonnet Written At The Grave Of A Friend
    Fast from the west the fading day-streaks fly,
    And ebon Night assumes her solemn sway,
    13 lines
  • Time
    Genius of musings, who, the midnight hour
    Wasting in woods or haunted forests wild,
    659 lines
  • To Consumption
    Gently, most gently on thy victim's head,
    Consumption, lay thine hand! Let me decay
    13 lines
  • Sonnet XI
    Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild,
    Where, far from cities, I may spend my days,
    13 lines
  • Lines I
    Go to the raging sea, and say, "Be still!"
    Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will;
    48 lines
  • Sonnet V. The Winter Traveller
    God help thee, Traveller, on thy journey far;
    The wind is bitter keen, - the snow o'erlays
    13 lines
  • On Whit-Monday
    Hark! how the merry bells ring jocund round,
    And now they die upon the veering breeze
    48 lines
  • Elegy Occasioned By The Death Of Mr. Gill
    He sunk, the impetuous river roll'd along,
    The sullen wave betray'd his dying breath;
    33 lines
  • To Thought
    Hence, away, vindictive thought;
    Thy pictures are of pain;
    43 lines
  • Lines Written In Wilford Churchyard
    Here would I wish to sleep. This is the spot
    Which I have long mark'd out to lay my bones in.
    81 lines
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