SONNET, To Henry Kirke White, on his Poems lately published. BY ARTHUR OWEN, ESQ. HAIL! gifted youth, whose passion-breathing lay A mind, which, wrapt in Fancy's high-wrought dream For though along impassion'd grandeur roll, Proceed, sweet bard! and the heav'n-granted fire May nought destroy, may nought thy soul divest Of joy of rapture in the living lyre, Thou tun'st so magically: but may fame Each passing year add honours to thy name. Richmond, Sept. 1803. TO MR. H. K. WHITE. HARK! 'tis some sprite who sweeps a fun'ral knell For Dermody no more. That fitful tone From Eolus' wild harp alone can swell, Or Chatterton assumes the lyre unknown. No; list again! 'tis Bateman's fatal sigh Swells with the breeze, and dies upon the stream: 'Tis Margaret mourns, as swift she rushes by, Rous'd by the dæmons from adulterous dream. ! say, sweet youth! what genius fires thy soul? The same which tun'd the frantic nervous strain To the wild harp of Collins? By the pole, Or mid the seraphim and heav'nly train, Taught Milton everlasting secrets to unfold, To sing Hell's flaming gulph, or Heav'n high arch'd with gold? H- WELKER. LINES On the Death of Mr. Henry Kirke White. BY THE REV. J. PLUMTRE. SUCH talents and such piety combin'd, We mourn Our loss, we trust, is his eternal gain: With him we'll strive to win the Saviour's love, And hope to join him with the blest above. October 24th, 1806. SONNET ON HENRY KIRKE WHITE. 1 I. MASTER SO early of the various LYRE Energetic, pure, sublime! - Thus art thou gone? And veil in death thy splendour?— but unknown And brightest beam'd. — When these the ETERNAL SIRE, II. - Righteous and wise, and good are all his waysEclipses as their sun begins to rise, Can mortal judge, for their diminish'd days, What blest equivalent in changeless skies, What sacred glory waits them?- His the praise; 24th Oct. 1806. C. LOFFT. LINES On the Death of Mr. Henry Kirke White, late of St. John's College, Cambridge. WRITTEN ABOUT AND IN THAT COLLEGE. SORROWS are mine then let me joys evade, Does thy aspiring mind new powers essay, Or in suspended being wait the day, When earth shall fall before the awful train Of Heaven and Virtue's everlasting reign! May goodness, which thy heart did once enthrone, Emit one ray to meliorate my own! And for thy sake, when time affliction calm, I turn my steps whence issued all my woes, All that this languid eye can now survey Sacred the walls that took thy parting breath, Clos'd the dim eye that beam'd with mind before; Some power the picture from my memory tear, Immortal hopes! come, lend your blest relief, And raise the soul bow'd down with mortal grief; Teach it to look for comfort in the skies: Earth cannot give what Heaven's high will denies. Cambridge, Nov. 1806. SONNET OCCASIONED BY THE SECOND OF H. KIRKE WHITE. I. YES, fled already is thy vital fire, And the fair promise of thy early bloom Lost, in youth's morn extinct; sunk in the tomb; Mute in the grave sleeps thy enchanted lyre ! |