The poetical works of Henry Kirke White

White, Henry Kirke (1785-1806)

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II.

II.

LINES WRITTEN ON A SURVEY OF THE HEAVENS,

LINES SUPPOSED TO BE SPOKEN BY A LOVER AT THE GRAVE OF HIS MISTRESS.

MY STUDY.

DESCRIPTION OF A SUMMER'S EVE.

TO THE RIGHT HON. THE COUNTESS OF DERBY.

LINES

WRITTEN IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.

VERSES.

FRAGMENT.

TO A FRIEND IN DISTRESS,

CHRISTMAS DAY. 1804.

NELSONI MORS.

EPIGRAM ON ROBERT BLOOMFIELD.

ELEGY

INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT TO THE MEMORY OF COWPER.

“I'M PLEASED, AND YET I'M SAD.”

SOLITUDE.

[If far from me the Fates remove]

[Fanny! upon thy breast I may not lie!]

FRAGMENTS.

II.

III.

IV.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

IX.

XI.

FRAGMENT OF AN ECCENTRIC DRAMA.

THE DANCE OF THE CONSUMPTIVES.

COMMENCEMENT OF A POEM ON DESPAIR.

ON BEING CONFINED TO SCHOOL ONE PLEASANT MORNING IN SPRING.

TO CONTEMPLATION.

MY OWN CHARACTER.

LINES WRITTEN IN WILFORD CHURCHYARD.

TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE.

TO H. FUSELI, Esq. R. A.

TO THE EARL OF CARLISLE, K. G.

TO CONTEMPLATION.

TO THE GENIUS OF ROMANCE.

TO MIDNIGHT.

TO THOUGHT.

GENIUS.

FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO THE MOON.

TO THE MUSE.

TO LOVE.

ON WHIT-MONDAY.

TO THE WIND, AT MIDNIGHT.

TO THE HARVEST MOON.

TO THE HERB ROSEMARY.

TO THE MORNING.

ON DISAPPOINTMENT.

ON THE DEATH OF DERMODY THE POET.

SONNETS.

I. TO THE RIVER TRENT.

II.

III.

III. SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN ADDRESSED BY A FEMALE LUNATIC TO A LADY.

IV.

IV. SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY THE UNHAPPY POET DERMODY IN A STORM, WHILE ON BOARD A SHIP IN HIS MAJESTY'S SERVICE.

V. THE WINTER TRAVELLER.

[BY CAPEL LOFFT, ESQ.

VI.

VI. RECANTATORY, IN REPLY TO THE FOREGOING ELEGANT ADMONITION.

VII.

VII. ON HEARING THE SOUNDS OF AN ÆOLIAN HARP.

VIII.

IX.

IX. TO CAPEL LOFFT, ESQ.

X. TO THE MOON.

XI.

XI. WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF A FRIEND.

XII.

XII. TO MISFORTUNE.

XIII.

XIV.

XIV. TO APRIL.

XV.

XVI.

XVI. TO A TAPER.

XVII.

XVII. TO MY MOTHER.

XVIII.

XIX.

XIX. TO CONSUMPTION.

XX.

XXI.

XXII.

XXIII.

BALLADS AND SONGS.

GONDOLINE.

A BALLAD.

THE LULLABY OF A FEMALE CONVICT TO HER CHILD, THE NIGHT PREVIOUS TO EXECUTION.

THE SAVOYARD'S RETURN.

MELODY.

THE SHIPWRECKED SOLITARY'S SONG TO THE NIGHT.

THE WONDERFUL JUGGLER.

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MELODY.

Yes, once more that dying strain,
Anna, touch thy lute for me;
Sweet, when pity's tones complain,
Doubly sweet is melody.

While the Virtues thus enweave
Mildly soft the thrilling song,
Winter's long and lonesome eve
Glides unfelt, unseen, along.

Thus when life hath stolen away,
And the wintry night is near,
Thus shall virtue's friendly ray
Age's closing evening, cheer.

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MELODY.