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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.
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I.
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II.
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III.
 IV. 
IV.
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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.
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III. SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN ADDRESSED BY A FEMALE LUNATIC TO A LADY.
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IV. SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY THE UNHAPPY POET DERMODY IN A STORM, WHILE ON BOARD A SHIP IN HIS MAJESTY'S SERVICE.
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V. THE WINTER TRAVELLER.
  
[BY CAPEL LOFFT, ESQ.
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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.
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XVII. TO MY MOTHER.
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XVIII.
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XIX. TO CONSUMPTION.
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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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SONG.

WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF FOURTEEN.

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 lies by the deep,
All along where the salt waves sigh.
I have covered him with rushes,
Water-flags, and branches dry.
Edwy, long have been thy slumbers;
Edwy, Edwy, ope thine eye!
My love is asleep,
He lies by the deep,
All along where the salt waves sigh.
Still he sleeps; he will not waken,
Fastly closed is his eye;
Paler is his cheek, and chiller
Than the icy moon on high.
Alas! he is dead,
He has chose his death-bed
All along where the salt waves sigh.
Is it, is it so, my Edwy?
Will thy slumbers never fly?
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Couldst thou think I would survive thee?
No, my love, thou bid'st me die.
Thou bid'st me seek
Thy death-bed bleak
All along where the salt waves sigh.
I will gently kiss thy cold lips,
On thy breast I'll lay my head,
And the winds shall sing our death dirge,
And our shroud the waters spread;
The moon will smile sweet,
And the wild wave will beat,
Oh! so softly o'er our lonely bed.
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