Henry Kirke White
Henry Kirke White Poems
- Thanatos Oh! who would cherish life, And cling unto this ...
- To The Harvest Moon bunny ruit imbriferum ver: Spicea jam ...
- Music Music, all powerful o'er the human mind, Can still ...
- The Lullaby Of A Female Convic...
- To The Herb Rosemary Sweet scented flower! who art wont to ...
- The Shipwrecked Solitary's Son...
- Childhood PART I. Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, ...
Henry Kirke White (March 21, 1785 - October 19, 1806) was an English poet.
He was born in Nottingham, the son of a butcher, a trade for which he was himself intended. After being briefly apprenticed to a stocking-weaver, he was articled to a lawyer. Meanwhile he studied hard, and his master offered to release him from his contract if he had sufficient means to go to college. He received... more »
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Oh! who would cherish life,
And cling unto this heavy clog of clay,
Love this rude world of strife,
Where glooms and tempests cloud the fairest day;
And where, 'neath outward smiles,
Conceal'd the snake lies feeding on its prey,
Where pitfalls lie in every flowery way,
And sirens lure the wanderer to their wiles!
Hateful it is to me,
Its riotous railings and revengeful strife;
I'm tired with all its screams and brutal shouts
Dinning the ear;-away-away with life!
And welcome, oh! thou silent maid,
Who in some foggy vault art laid,
Where never ...