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| Searching... Author: white, henry kirke Matches Found: 36 White, Henry Kirke Poet's Biography 36 poems available by this author A SUMMER EVENING, SELECTION Poem Text First Line: Down the deep, the miry lane Last Line: And join the general troop of sleep. Subject(s): Country Life BRITANNIA REJECTA Poem Text First Line: Where now is britain? - where her laurelled names Last Line: The yell of deprecation. Subject(s): Great Britain CANZONET Poem Text First Line: Maiden! Wrap thy mantle round thee Last Line: Where thou wilt sleep most peacefully. CHILDHOOD First Line: Pictured in memory's mellowing CLIFTON GROVE First Line: Lo! In the west, fast fades the lingering Last Line: The hosts of sylphids on the moon-beam sail Subject(s): Clifton, England DAME SCHOOL First Line: Here first I entered, though with toil DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY First Line: Yes, he hath come - the mighty champion comes Subject(s): Faith DESCRIPTION OF A SUMMER'S EVE First Line: Down the sultry arc of day Last Line: And join the general troop of sleep Subject(s): Evening; Summer EVENING WALK First Line: At evening too, how pleasing was our walk Subject(s): Friendship FRAGMENT Poem Text First Line: Hushed is the lyre -- the hand that swept Last Line: Its forest melodies hath lost its skill. FRAGMENT First Line: O pale thou art, my lamp, and faint Last Line: From the rude watch-tower o'er the atlantic wave FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO THE MOON Poem Text First Line: Mild orb, who floatest through the realm of night Last Line: Shall woo the god of soft repose -- Subject(s): Moon GONDOLINE First Line: The night it was still, and the moon it shone HERB ROSEMARY First Line: Sweet-scented flower! Who art wont to bloom Variant Title(s): To The Herb Rosemar HYMN FOR FAMILY WORSHIP First Line: O lord, another day is flown I AM PLEASED, AND YET I'M SAD' First Line: When twilight steals along the ground IRRESISTABLE TIME First Line: Rear thou aloft thy standard LITTLE BEFORE DEATH First Line: Yes, 'twill be over soon. - this sickly dream MAN'S LITTLENESS IN PRESENCE OF THE STARS First Line: Thou, proud man, look upon yon starry vault ODE TO DISAPPOINTMENT First Line: Come, disappointment, come! ODE TO THE HARVEST MOON First Line: Moon of harvest, herald mile PASTORAL SONG First Line: Come, anna! Come, the morning dawns Last Line: A solemn vesper to the departing day RETIREMENT Poem Text First Line: Give me a cottage on some cambrian wild Last Line: Shall make sweet music o'er my lonely grave. Subject(s): Retirement SOLITUDE First Line: It is not that my lot is low THE EARLY PRIMROSE Poem Text First Line: Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire! Last Line: Serene the ills of life. Variant Title(s): To An Early Primrose Subject(s): Flowers; Primroses THE EVENING STROLL Poem Text First Line: Quick o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts Last Line: Which gnaws his heart and bids him hope no more. Subject(s): Cold; Death; Evening; Poetry & Poets; Winter; Dead, The; Sunset; Twilight THE LULLABY OF A FEMALE CONVICT TO HER CHILD...TO EXECUTION Poem Text First Line: Sleep, baby mine, enkerchieft on my bosom Last Line: For never more thou'lt press a mother's breast. Subject(s): Capital Punishment; Hanging; Executions; Death Penalty THE SAVOYARD'S RETURN Poem Text First Line: Oh! Yonder is the well-known spot Last Line: To steal my heart from yonder vale. Subject(s): Homecoming THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM Poem Text First Line: When, marshaled on the nightly plain Last Line: The star! -- the star of bethlehem! Subject(s): Religion; Theology THE WINTER TRAVELER Poem Text First Line: God help thee, traveler, on thy journey far Last Line: His lonely bark through the tempestuous tide. Subject(s): Travel; Winter; Journeys; Trips TO CONSUMPTION Poem Text First Line: Gently, most gently, on thy victim's head Last Line: Compose my decent head, and breathe my last. Subject(s): Tuberculosis; Consumption (pathology) TO LOVE First Line: Why should I blush to own I love? TO MISFORTUNE First Line: Misfortune, I am young, - my chin is bare TO MY MOTHER Poem Text First Line: And canst thou, mother, for a moment think Last Line: And smooth the pillow of thy sinking age. Variant Title(s): Sonnet To My Mother Subject(s): Mothers VERSES First Line: When pride and envy, and the scorn Last Line: Hurl in ten thousand shapes the snow Subject(s): Envy WHAT ART THOU, MIGHTY ONE, AND WHERE THY SEAT? |
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