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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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II.
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III.
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IV.
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V.
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VI.
 VII. 
VII.
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VIII.
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 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.
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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.
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XI. WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF A FRIEND.
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XII. TO MISFORTUNE.
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XIII.
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XIV. TO APRIL.
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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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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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“I'M PLEASED, AND YET I'M SAD.”

When twilight steals along the ground,
And all the bells are ringing round,
One, two, three, four, and five,
I at my study window sit,
And, wrapped in many a musing fit,
To bliss am all alive!
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But though impressions calm and sweet
Thrill round my heart a holy heat,
And I am inly glad;
The tear-drop stands in either eye,
And yet I cannot tell thee why,
I'm pleased, and yet I'm sad.
The silvery rack that flies away,
Like mortal life or pleasure's ray,
Does that disturb my breast?
Nay, what have I, a studious man,
To do with life's unstable plan,
Or pleasure's fading vest?
Is it that here I must not stop,
But o'er yon blue hill's woody top
Must bend my lonely way?
No, surely no! for give but me
My own fireside, and I shall be
At home where'er I stray.
Then is it that yon steeple there,
With music sweet shall fill the air,
When thou no more canst hear?
Oh, no! oh, no! for then, forgiven,
I shall be with my God in heaven,
Released from every fear.
Then whence it is I cannot tell,
But there is some mysterious spell
That holds me when I'm glad;
And so the tear-drop fills my eye,
When yet in truth I know not why,
Or wherefore I am sad.
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