THE LIFE AND REMAINS OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE Unhappy White! while life was in its spring. Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there Oh what a noble heart was here undone, When Science' self destroyed her favourite son! BYRON London: THOMAS NELSON, PATERNOSTER ROW; AND EDINBURGH. MDCCCXLIX. CONTENTS. Sonnets. 1. To the Trent, 27 37 39 42 9. What art thou, Mighty One?' 'Be hush'd, be hush'd, ye bitter winds,' Lines |