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The O Lord, My God, In Mercy Turn (hymn) The O Lord, My God, In Mercy Turn (hymn)

The O Lord, My God, In Mercy Turn (hymn)
O Lord, my God, in mercy turn,In mercy hear a sinner mourn!To thee I call, to thee I cry,O leave me, leave me not to die!I strove against thee, Lord, I know,I spurn'd thy grace, I mock'd thy law;The hour is past--the day's gone by,And I am left alone to die.O pleasures past, what are ye nowBut thorns about my bleeding brow!Spectres that hover round my brain,And aggravate and mock my pain.For pleasure I have given my soul;Now, Justice, let thy thunders roll!Now, Vengeance, smile--and with a blowLay the rebellious ingrate low.Yet, Jesus, Jesus! there I'll cling,I'll crowd beneath his sheltering... Poems - Post by : zakirhr - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 2486

A Hymn For Family Worship A Hymn For Family Worship

A Hymn For Family Worship
O Lord, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band,Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fostering hand.And wilt thou bend a listening ear, To praises low as ours?Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours.And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, As we before thee pray;For thou didst bless the infant train, And we are less than they.O let thy grace perform its part, And let contention cease;And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlasting peace!Thus chasten'd, cleansed, entirely thine, A flock... Poems - Post by : roccop - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 2861

Awake, Sweet Harp Of Judah, Wake (hymn) Awake, Sweet Harp Of Judah, Wake (hymn)

Awake, Sweet Harp Of Judah, Wake (hymn)
In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the splendours of the Deity.Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake,Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake;We sing the Saviour of our race,The Lamb, our shield, and hiding-place.When God's right arm is bared for war,And thunders clothe his cloudy car,Where , oh shall man retire,To escape the horrors of his ire?'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly,While the dread tempest passes by;God sees his Well-beloved's face,And spares us in our hiding-place.Thus while we dwell in this low scene,The Lamb is our unfailing screen;To him, though guilty, still we... Poems - Post by : gmarsh - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 2402

The Wonderful Juggler - A Song The Wonderful Juggler - A Song

The Wonderful Juggler - A Song
Come all ye true hearts, who, Old England to save,Now shoulder the musket, or plough the rough wave,I will sing you a song of a wonderful fellow,Who has ruin'd Jack Pudding, and broke Punchinello. Derry down, down, high derry down.This juggler is little, and ugly, and black,But, like Atlas, he stalks with the world at his back;'Tis certain, all fear of the devil he scorns;Some say they are cousins; we know he wears horns. Derry down.At hop, skip, and jump, who so famous as he?He hopp'd o'er an army, he skipped o'er the sea;And he jump'd from the desk... Poems - Post by : Arun_Pal_Singh - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 1280

The Shipwrecked Solitary's Song To The Night The Shipwrecked Solitary's Song To The Night

The Shipwrecked Solitary's Song To The Night
Thou, spirit of the spangled night!I woo thee from the watchtower high,Where thou dost sit to guide the bark Of lonely mariner.The winds are whistling o'er the wolds,The distant main is moaning low;Come, let us sit and weave a song-- A melancholy song!Sweet is the scented gale of morn,And sweet the noontide's fervid beam,But sweeter far the solemn calm That marks thy mournful reign.I've pass'd here many a lonely year,And never human voice have heard;I've pass'd here many a lonely year, A solitary man.And I have linger'd in the shade,From sultry noon's hot beams; and IHave knelt... Poems - Post by : Sherlock007 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 3472

Softly, Softly Blow, Ye Breezes (song) Softly, Softly Blow, Ye Breezes (song)

Softly, Softly Blow, Ye Breezes (song)
WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF FOURTEEN.Softly, softly blow, ye breezes, Gently o'er my Edwy fly!Lo! he slumbers, slumbers sweetly; Softly, zephyrs, pass him by! My love is asleep, He lies by the deep,All along where the salt waves sigh.I have cover'd him with rushes, Water-flags, and branches dry.Edwy, long have been thy slumbers; Edwy, Edwy, ope thine eye! My love is asleep, He lies by the deep,All along where the salt waves sigh.Still he sleeps; he will not waken, Fastly closed is his eye;Paler... Poems - Post by : myriam - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 2534

The Wandering Boy - A Song The Wandering Boy - A Song

The Wandering Boy - A Song
When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor,And the cottager shuts on the beggar his door;When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye,Oh, how hard is the lot of the Wandering Boy.The winter is cold, and I have no vest,And my heart it is cold as it beats in my breast;No father, no mother, no kindred have I,For I am a parentless Wandering Boy.Yet I had a home, and I once had a sire,A mother who granted each infant desire;Our cottage it stood in a wood-embower'd vale,Where the ringdove would warble its sorrowful tale.But my father and mother were... Poems - Post by : joedavison - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 3176

Song By Waller Song By Waller

Song By Waller
A Lady of Cambridge lent Waller's Poems to the Author, and when he returned them to her, she discovered an additional stanza written by him at the bottom of the song here copied. Go, lovely rose!Tell her, that wastes her time on me, That now she knows,When I resemble her to thee,How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young,And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprungIn deserts no men abide,Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worthOf beauty from the light retired, Bid her come forth,Suffer... Poems - Post by : atlanti2 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 1210

Melody Melody

Melody
Yes, once more that dying strain, Anna, touch thy lute for me;Sweet, when pity's tones complain, Doubly sweet is melody.While the Virtues thus enweave Mildly soft the thrilling song,Winter's long and lonesome eve Glides unfelt, unseen, along.Thus when life hath stolen away, And the wintry night is near,Thus shall virtue's friendly ray Age's closing evening, cheer.(The end)Henry Kirk White's poem: Melody... Poems - Post by : GeneTerrell - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 2443

A Pastoral Song A Pastoral Song

A Pastoral Song
Come, Anna! come, the morning dawns, Faint streaks of radiance tinge the skies;Come, let us seek the dewy lawns, And watch the early lark arise; While nature, clad in vesture gay, Hails the loved return of day.Our flocks, that nip the scanty blade Upon the moor, shall seek the vale;And then, secure beneath the shade, We'll listen to the throstle's tale; And watch the silver clouds above, As o'er the azure vault they rove.Come, Anna! come, and bring thy lute, That with its tones,... Poems - Post by : coconut - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 1711

The Savoyard's Return The Savoyard's Return

The Savoyard's Return
Oh! yonder is the well known spot, My dear, my long lost native home!Oh, welcome is yon little cot, Where I shall rest, no more to roam!Oh! I have travell'd far and wide, O'er many a distant foreign land;Each place, each province I have tried. And sung and danced my saraband. But all their charms could not prevail To steal my heart from yonder vale.Of distant climes the false report It lured me from my native land;It bade me rove--my sole support My cymbals and my saraband.The woody dell,... Poems - Post by : thynke - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 2882

The Lullaby Of A Female Convict To Her Child The Night Previous To Execution The Lullaby Of A Female Convict To Her Child The Night Previous To Execution

The Lullaby Of A Female Convict To Her Child The Night Previous To Execution
Sleep, baby mine,(1) enkerchieft on my bosom, Thy cries they pierce again my bleeding breast;Sleep, baby mine, not long thou'lt have a mother To lull thee fondly in her arms to rest.Baby, why dost thou keep this sad complaining? Long from mine eyes have kindly slumbers fled;Hush, hush, my babe, the night is quickly waning, And I would fain compose my aching head.Poor wayward wretch! and who will heed thy weeping, When soon an outcast on the world thou'lt be?Who then will soothe thee, when thy mother's sleeping In her low grave of shame and... Poems - Post by : gcballard - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 3303

A Ballad (be Hush'd, Be Hush'd, Ye Bitter Winds) A Ballad (be Hush'd, Be Hush'd, Ye Bitter Winds)

A Ballad (be Hush'd, Be Hush'd, Ye Bitter Winds)
Be hush'd, be hush'd, ye bitter winds, Ye pelting rains, a little rest;Lie still, lie still, ye busy thoughts, That wring with grief my aching breast.Oh! cruel was my faithless love, To triumph o'er an artless maid;Oh! cruel was my faithless love, To leave the breast by him betray'd.When exiled from my native home, He should have wiped the bitter tear;Nor left me faint and lone to roam, A heart-sick weary wanderer here.My child moans sadly in my arms, The winds they will not let it sleep:Ah, little knows the hapless babe What... Poems - Post by : zapseo - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 3167

Gondoline - A Ballad Gondoline - A Ballad

Gondoline - A Ballad
The night it was still, and the moon it shone Serenely on the sea,And the waves at the foot of the rifted rock They murmur'd pleasantly,When Gondoline roam'd along the shore, A maiden full fair to the sight;Though love had made bleak the rose on her cheek, And turn'd it to deadly white.Her thoughts they were drear, and the silent tear It fill'd her faint blue eye,As oft she heard, in fancy's ear, Her Bertrand's dying sigh.Her Bertrand was the bravest youth Of all our good king's men,And he was gone to the Holy... Poems - Post by : curious - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 1566

Quick O'er The Wintry Waste Dart Fiery Shafts (sonnet) Quick O'er The Wintry Waste Dart Fiery Shafts (sonnet)

Quick O'er The Wintry Waste Dart Fiery Shafts (sonnet)
Quick o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts-- Bleak blows the blast--now howls--then faintly dies--And oft upon its awful wings it wafts The dying wanderer's distant, feeble cries.Now, when athwart the gloom gaunt Horror stalks, And midnight hags their damned vigils hold,The pensive poet 'mid the wild waste walks, And ponders on the ills life's paths unfold.Mindless of dangers hovering round, he goes, Insensible to every outward ill;Yet oft his bosom heaves with rending throes, And oft big tears adown his worn cheeks trill.Ah! 'tis the anguish of a mental sore,Which gnaws his heart, and... Poems - Post by : traveldan - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 2654

Sweet To The Gay Of Heart Is Summer's Smile (sonnet) Sweet To The Gay Of Heart Is Summer's Smile (sonnet)

Sweet To The Gay Of Heart Is Summer's Smile (sonnet)
Sweet to the gay of heart is Summer's smile, Sweet the wild music of the laughing Spring;But ah! my soul far other scenes beguile, Where gloomy storms their sullen shadows fling.Is it for me to strike the Idalian string-- Raise the soft music of the warbling wire,While in my ears the howls of furies ring, And melancholy waste the vital fire?Away with thoughts like these--To some lone cave Where howls the shrill blast, and where sweeps the wave,Direct my steps; there, in the lonely drear, I'll sit remote from worldly noise, and muse Till... Poems - Post by : Granji - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 1246

When I Sit Musing On The Chequer'd Past (sonnet) When I Sit Musing On The Chequer'd Past (sonnet)

When I Sit Musing On The Chequer'd Past (sonnet)
When I sit musing on the chequer'd past (A term much darken'd with untimely woes), My thoughts revert to her, for whom still flowsThe tear, though half disown'd; and binding fastPride's stubborn cheat to my too yielding heart, I say to her she robb'd me of my rest, When that was all my wealth. 'Tis true my breastReceived from her this wearying, lingering smart;Yet, ah! I cannot bid her form depart; Though wrong'd, I love her--yet in anger love, For she was most unworthy.--Then I proveVindictive joy; and on my stern front gleams,Throned in dark... Poems - Post by : cremoso - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 2263

Thy Judgments, Lord, Are Just; Thou Lovest To Wear (sonnet) Thy Judgments, Lord, Are Just; Thou Lovest To Wear (sonnet)

Thy Judgments, Lord, Are Just; Thou Lovest To Wear (sonnet)
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH OF M. DESBARREAUXThy judgments, Lord, are just; thou lovest to wear The face of pity and of love divine;But mine is guilt--thou must not, canst not spare, While heaven is true, and equity is thine.Yes, oh my God!--such crimes as mine, so dread, Leave but the choice of punishment to thee;Thy interest calls for judgment on my head, And even thy mercy dares not plead for me!Thy will be done, since 'tis thy glory's due, Did from mine eyes the endless torrents flow;Smite--it is time--though endless death ensue, I bless the... Poems - Post by : AnneH - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 1120

Sonnet To Consumption Sonnet To Consumption

Sonnet To Consumption
Gently, most gently, on thy victim's head. Consumption, lay thine hand!--let me decay Like the expiring lamp, unseen, away,And softly go to slumber with the dead. And if 'tis true what holy men have said, That strains angelic oft foretell the dayOf death to those good men who fall thy prey,O let the aerial music round my bed,Dissolving sad in dying symphony, Whisper the solemn warning in mine ear;That I may bid my weeping friends good-by Ere I depart upon my journey drear:And, smiling faintly on the painful past,Compose my decent head, and breathe my... Poems - Post by : bilyahn - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 2679

Yes, 'twill Be Over Soon.--this Sickly Dream (sonnet) Yes, 'twill Be Over Soon.--this Sickly Dream (sonnet)

Yes, 'twill Be Over Soon.--this Sickly Dream (sonnet)
Yes, 'twill be over soon.--This sickly dream Of life will vanish from my feverish brain;And death my wearied spirit will redeem From this wild region of unvaried pain.Yon brook will glide as softly as before, Yon landscape smile, yon golden harvest grow.Yon sprightly lark on mountain wing will soar When Henry's name is heard no more below.I sigh when all my youthful friends caress, They laugh in health, and future evils brave;Them shall a wife and smiling children bless, While I am mouldering in the silent grave.God of the just, Thou gavest the bitter cup;I... Poems - Post by : danemorgan - Date : May 2011 - Author : Henry Kirk White - Read : 1573