The Life and Remains of Henry Kirke White

THE

LIFE AND REMAINS

OF

HENRY KIRKE WHITE

Unhappy White! while life was in its spring.
And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing.
The spoiler came; and all thy promise fair

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.

Memoir,

Preface to Clifton Grove,

To my Lyre, an Ode,

Clifton Grove,

Gondoline, a ballad,

Written on a Survey of the Heavens, in the morning

before daybreak,

Lines, supposed to be spoken by a Lover at the grave of

his mistress,

My Study,

To an early Primrose,

Sonnets. 1. To the Trent,

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2. Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild,' ib.

3. Supposed to have been addressed by a Fe-

male Lunatic to a Lady,

5. The Winter Traveller,

4. In the character of Dermody,

6. By Capel Lofft, Esq.,

7. Recantatory, in Reply,

A Ballad.

8. On hearing an Eolian Harp,

9. What art thou, Mighty One?'

'Be hush'd, be hush'd, ye bitter winds,'

The Lullaby of a Female Convict to her Child.

To H. Fuseli, Esq. R. A.,

To the Earl of Carlisle,

Description of a Summer's Eve,

To Contemplation,

To the Genius of Romance; a Fragment,

The Savoyard's Return,

Lines

Go to the raging sea, and say, Be still!'

Written in the prospect of Death,

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Genius; an Ode,

Epigram on R. Bloomfield,

Ode to Midnight,

-to Thought. Written at midnight,

Fragment of an Ode to the Moon,

Loud rage the winds without,'

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Oh, thou most fatal of Pandora's train,'

73

As thus oppressed with many a heavy care,' 76

75

ib

"Thy judgments, Lord, are just,'

To a friend in Distress, who, when Henry reasoned with

him calmly, asked, 'If he did not feel for him?'

Christmas Day,

Nelsoni Mors,

Hymn. Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake,'

for Family Worship,

The Star of Bethlehem,

Hymn. O Lord my God, in mercy turn,'

Melody. Yes, once more that dying strain,'

Song by Waller, with an additional stanza,

'I am pleased and yet I'm sad,

'Fanny, upon thy breast I may not lie,'

Fragments. (H. K. White's latest composition,)

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