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Page ACCOUNT OF THE LIFE OF H. K. WHITE, CLIFTON Grove.
16 BY ROBERT SOUTHEY
Gondoline, a Ballad.
21 POEMS INSERTED IN THE LIFE.
Lines written on a Survey of the Heavens, On being confined to School one pleasant
in the Morning before Day-break. . 23 Morning in Spring; written at the Age Lines, supposed to be spoken by a Lover at of Thirteen
the Grave of his Mistress .
24 Extract from An address to Contemplation; My Study.
ib. written at Fourteen ib. To an early Primrose
25 To the Rosemary.
Sonnet. To the Trent
ib. To the Morning
“Give me a Cottage on some CamMy own Character.
ib Ode on Disappointment
Supposed to have been addressed by Lines written in Wilford Church-Yard, on
a Female Lunatic to a Lady .
26 Recovery from Sickness. .
In the Character of Dermody ib. To the Wind, at Midnight .
The Winter Traveller
ib. (Lines, by Professor Smyth, of Cambridge,
By Capel Loffi, Esq.
ib. on a Monument erected by Francis Boott,
Recantatcry in Reply.
ib. Esq., an American Gentleman, in All.
On hearing an Æolian Harp . ib. Saints' Church, Cambridge, to the Memory
-“What art thou, Mighty One" 27 of Henry Kirke White
xxiii Ballad, “Be hush'd, be hush'd, ye bitter Lines, and Note, by Lord Byron) ib. winds”.
ib. POEMS WRITTEN BEFORE THE PUBLICA. The Lullaby of a Female Convict to her TION OF CLIFTON GROVE.
ib. Childhood, Part I.
POEMS OF A LATER DATE:
ib. in the old style.
4 To Poesy; addressed to Capel Lofft, Esq. . 28 Song “The Robin Red-Breast 5 Ode to H. Fuseli, Esq. R. A..
ib. Winter Song
29 Song Sweet Jessy, I fain would caress
Description of a Summer's Eve .
. 30 "Oh, that I were the fragrant Flower To Contemplation
ib. that kisses”
ib. To the Genius of Romance, a fragment . 31 Fragment of an Eccentric Drama. ib. The Savoyard's Return
32 To a friend
8 “Go to the raging sea, and say, Be still”. ib. On reading the Poems of Warton. ib. Written in the Prospect of Death .
ib. To the Muse
ib. Pastoral Song, “Come, Anna, come" To Love... 9 Verses, “When Pride and Envy".
ib. The Wandering Boy . ib. Epigram on Robert Bloomfield
ib. Fragment, “ The Western Gale” ib. To Midnight
ib. Ode, written on Whit-Monday ib. To Thought; written at Midnight
34 Canzonet 10 Genius.
ib. Commencement of a Poem on Despair. ib. Fragment of an Ode to the Moon. On Rural Solitude
ib. Fragment, “Loud rage the winds without” ib. " In hollow Music, sighing through the glade" 11
"Oh, thou most fatal of Pandora's “ Thou Mongrel, who dost show thy teeth,
ib. and yelp"
“I have a wish, and near my heart" 36 Ode to the Morning Star.
“Once more his beagles wake the The Hermit of the Pacific. .
ib To the Wind, a Fragment (for conclusion of
"Drear winter! who dost knock” if this piece, see Life, p. xxii)
“ Behold the shepherd boy, who The Eve of deaih.
“Where yonder wonds in gloomy Athanatos ib.
37 On Music
« With slow step, along the desert Ode to the Harvest Moon
ib. Song, “ Softly, sofily blow, ye breezes ib. Sonnet. To a friend
ib. The Shipwreck'd Solitary's Song
“Oh! had the soul's deep silence Elegy, occasioned by the Death of Mr. Gill ib. power to speak"..
Pere Sonnet. “The harp is still! Weak though Hymn, "The Lord our God is full of might" 43 the spirit were
“The Lord our God is Lord of all" 44 “ Or should the day be overcast" ib.
“Through sorrow's night, and dan"Mild Vesper, favorite of the Pa
ger's path"... phian Queen"
Much in sorrow, oft in woe," a In every clime, from Lapland to
«Christians! brethren! ere we part," To Liberty.
ib * Who is it leads the planets in their dance" 39
-“Awake, sweet harpof Judah, wake" he “ How beautiful upon the element" ib.
for Family Worship
45 “Ghosts of the dead, in grim array" ib. The Star of Bethlehem
th On the Death of the Duke d'Enghien. ib. Hymn, “O Lord my God, in mercy turn". i. Sonnet,—To Capel Lofft, Esq..
40 Melody, “Yes, once more that dying strain" is To the Moon ..
ib. Song, by Waller, with an additional Stanza il written at the Grave of a Friend ib. “ I am pleased, and yet I'm sad”
46 "Sweet to the gay of heart is Sum
il mer's smile" ib. “ If far from me the Fates remove"
is. Poor little one! most bitterly did · Fanny, upon thy breast I may not lie" it pain".
I. “ Saw'st thou that Light" “As thus oppress'd with many a
II.“ The pious man, in this bad world". heavy care"..
III. « Lo, on the eastern summit"
IV. “There was a little bird upon that pile"
il To a Taper
ib. VI. “O give me music". To my Mother.
ib. VII. “Ah! who can say, however fair his view" 23. “Yes, 't will be over soon
品 To Consumption.
IX. “When I sit musing on the chequerd “Thy judgments, Lord, are just". 42
48 To a Friend in Distress, who, when Henry
X. “When high romance o'er every wood reasoned with him calmly, asked, If he
ih did not feel for him ?
ih Christmas Day ib. XII. “ Once more, and yet once more"
ik Nelsoni Mors. 43 TIME...
b. Versification of the 22d Psalm ib. THE CHRISTIAD.
Account of the Life of Henry Kirke White.
BY ROBERT SOUTHEY.
Not alone by the Muses,
Vision of Judgment.
It fell to my lot to publish, with the assistance of her voice before she could rouse him.” When of my friend Mr. Cottle, the first collected edition he was about seven, he would creep unperceived of the works of Chatterton, in whose history I felt into the kitchen, to teach the servant to read and a more than ordinary interest, as being a native write ; and he continued this for some time before of the same city, familiar from my childhood with it was discovered that he had been thus laudably those great objects of art and nature by which he employed. He wrote a tale of a Swiss emigrant, had been so deeply impressed, and devoted from which was probably his first composition, and my childhood with equal ardor to the same pur- gave it to this servant, being ashamed to show it suits. It is now my fortune to lay before the world to his mother. The consciousness of genius is some account of one whose early death is not less always at first accompanied with this diffidence; to be lamented, as a loss to English literature, and it is a sacred, solitary feeling. And perhaps, no for. whose virtues were as admirable as his genius. ward child, however extraordinary the promise of In the present instance there is nothing to be re- his childhood, ever produced anything truly great. corded, but what is honorable to himself and to When Henry was about six, he was placed the age in which he lived ; little to be regretted, under the Rev. John Blanchard, who kept, at that but that one so ripe for heaven should so soon time, the best school in Nottingham. Here he have been removed from the world.
learnt writing, arithmetic, and French. When he Henry KIRKE WHite, the second son of John was about eleven, he one day wrote a separate and Mary White, was born in Nottingham, March theme for every boy in his ass, which consisted 21st, 1785. His father was a butcher; his mother, of about twelve or fourteen. The master said he whose maiden name was Neville, is of respectable had never known them write so well upon any Staffordshire family.
subject before, and could not refrain from exFroin the years of three till five, Henry learnt to pressing his astonishment at the excellence of read at the school of Mrs. Garrington; whose name, Henry's. It was considered as a great thing for unimportant as it may appear, is mentioned be- him to be at so good a school, yet there were some cause she had the good sense to perceive his extra- circumstances which rendered it less advantage. ordinary capacity, and spoke of what it promised ous to him than it might have been. Mrs. White with confidence. She was an excellent woman, and had not yet overcome her husband's intention of he describes her with affection in his poem upon breeding him up to his own business; and by an Childhood. At a very early age his love of read. arrangement which took up too much of his time, ing was decidedly manifested; it was a passion to and would have crushed his spirit, if that "mount. which everything else gave way. “I could fancy,” ing spirit” could have been crushed, one whole says his eldest sister, “I see him in his little chair, day in the week, and his leisure hours on the with a large book upon his knee, and my mo- others, were employed in carrying the butcher's ther calling, 'Henry, my love, come to dinner ;' basket. Some differences at length arose between which was repeated so often without being re- his father and Mr. Blanchard, in consequence of garded, that she was obliged to change the tone which Henry was removed.