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The poetical works of Henry Kirke White

White, Henry Kirke (1785-1806)

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DEDICATION.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
CLIFTON GROVE.
  
TIME,
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CHILDHOOD.
 I. 
PART I.
 II. 
PART II.
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THE CHRISTIAD.
 I. 
BOOK I.
 II. 
BOOK 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.
  
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!]
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FRAGMENTS.
 I. 
I.
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II.
 III. 
III.
 IV. 
IV.
 V. 
V.
 VI. 
VI.
 VII. 
VII.
 VIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX.
 X. 
X.
 XI. 
XI.
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FRAGMENT OF AN ECCENTRIC DRAMA.
  
THE DANCE OF THE CONSUMPTIVES.
  
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TO A FRIEND.
  
LINES
  
FRAGMENT.
  
COMMENCEMENT OF A POEM ON DESPAIR.
  
THE EVE OF DEATH.
  
THANATOS.
  
ATHANATOS.
  
MUSIC.
  
ON BEING CONFINED TO SCHOOL ONE PLEASANT MORNING IN SPRING.
  
TO CONTEMPLATION.
  
MY OWN CHARACTER.
  
LINES WRITTEN IN WILFORD CHURCHYARD.
  
VERSES.
  
LINES.
  
THE PROSTITUTE.
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ODES.
  
TO MY LYRE.
  
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.
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SONNETS.
 I. 
I. TO THE RIVER TRENT.
 II. 
II.
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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. 
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. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX. TO CAPEL LOFFT, ESQ.
 X. 
X. TO THE MOON.
 XI. 
XI. WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF A FRIEND.
 XII. 
XII. TO MISFORTUNE.
 XIII. 
XIII.
 XIV. 
XIV. TO APRIL.
 XV. 
XV.
 XVI. 
XVI. TO A TAPER.
 XVII. 
XVII. TO MY MOTHER.
 XVIII. 
XVIII.
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XIX. TO CONSUMPTION.
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XXI.
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XXIII.
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BALLADS AND SONGS.
  
GONDOLINE.
  
A BALLAD.
  
THE LULLABY OF A FEMALE CONVICT TO HER CHILD, THE NIGHT PREVIOUS TO EXECUTION.
  
THE SAVOYARD'S RETURN.
  
A PASTORAL SONG.
  
MELODY.
  
SONG.
  
THE WANDERING BOY.
  
CANZONET.
  
SONG.
  
THE SHIPWRECKED SOLITARY'S SONG TO THE NIGHT.
  
THE WONDERFUL JUGGLER.

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THE SAVOYARD'S RETURN.

Oh! yonder is the well known spot,
My dear, my long lost native home!
Oh, welcome is yon little cot,
Where I shall rest, no more to roam!
Oh! I have travelled far and wide,
O'er many a distant foreign land;
Each place, each province I have tried,
And sung and danced my saraband.
But all their charms could not prevail
To steal my heart from yonder vale.
Of distant climes the false report
Allured me from my native land;
It bade me rove—my sole support
My cymbals and my saraband.
The woody dell, the hanging rock,
The chamois skipping o'er the heights;
The plain adorned with many a flock,
And, oh! a thousand more delights,
That grace yon dear beloved retreat,
Have backward won my weary feet.
Now safe returned, with wandering tired,
No more my little home I'll leave;
And many a tale of what I've seen
Shall wile away the winter's eve.
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Oh! I have wandered far and wide,
O'er many a distant foreign land;
Each place, each province I have tried,
And sung and danced my saraband;
But all their charms could not prevail
To steal my heart from yonder vale.
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