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CCOUNT OF THE LIFE OF H. K. WHITE, CLIFTON GROVE.........

BY ROBERT SOUTHEY ........ v 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 . ..... Extract from An address to Contemplation ; My Study. .................. written at Fourteen ..........

To an early Primrose ........ To the Rosemary .........

Sonnet. To the Trent .......... To the Morning ..........

-“Give me a Cottage on some CamMy own Character ...........

brian wild" ...

................ Ode on Disappointment ........

- Supposed to have been addressed by Lines written in Wilford Church-Yard, on

a Female Lunatic to a Lady ...... Recovery from Sickness. ......... ib.

In the Character of Dermody... To the Wind, at Midnight . .........xxii

The Winter Traveller ....... (Lines, by Professor Smyth, of Cambridge,

By Capel Loffi, Esq. ........ on a Monument erected by Francis Boott,

Recantatory in Reply · ....... Esq., an American Gentleman, in All

On hearing an Æolian Harp .... Saints' Church, Cambridge, to the Memory

_“What art thou, Mighty One" ... of Henry Kirke White ......... xxiii

Ballad, “ Be hush'd, be hush'd, ye bitter Lines, and Note, by Lord Byron) ...... ib. winds"................... POEMS WRITTEN BEFORE THE PUBLICA.

The Lullaby of a Female Convict to her TION OF CLIFTON GROVE.

Child .................... 10. Childhood, Part I. .......

POEMS OF A LATER DATE:
II. ..............
The Fair Maid of Clifton—A New Ballad

Extemporaneous Verses ........
in the old style. ..............

To Poesy; addressed to Capel Lofft, Esq. . 28 Song " The Robin Red-Breast"....... 5 Ode to H. Fuseli, Esq. R. A...... Winter Song .................

- to the Earl of Carlisle .... Song "Sweet Jessy, I fain would caress". Description of a Summer's Eve ... - "Oh, that I were the fragrant Flower

To Contemplation ........... that kisses" ................

To the Genius of Romance, a fragment . Fragment of an Eccentric Drama...... The Savoyard's Return .......... To a friend .....

“Go to the raging sea, and say, Be still" On reading the Poems of Warton . .

Written in the Prospect of Death .... To the Muse ............

Pastoral Song, “Come, Anna, come"... To Love................

Verses, “ When Pride and Envy" ... The Wandering Boy .........

Epigram on Robert Bloomfield ..... Fragment, “ The Western Gale"..

To Midnight ......... Ode, written on Whit-Monday.

To Thought; written at Midnight .... Canzonel ................

Genius..........: Commencement of a Poem on Despair... Fragment of an Ode to the Moon. ..... On Rural Solitude ......

Fragment, “ Loud rage the winds without" In hollow Music, sighing through the glade"

- "Oh, thou most fatal of Pandora's “Thou Mongrel, who dost show thy teeth, 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...

slumb'ring morn"............. ib. To the Wind, a Fragment (for concl

- "Drear winter! who dost knock" this piece, see Life, p. xxii).

"Behold the shepherd boy, who The Eve of death ......

homeward tends"............. Thanatos.........

- "Where yonder woods in gloomy Athanatos ...........

pomp arise" ................ On Music ...........

- "With slow step, along the desert Ode to the Harvest Moon .......... 14 Song, "Softly, softly blow, ye breezes"

Sonnet. To a friend ..... The Shipwreck'd Solitary's Song .....

- "Oh! had the soul's deep silence Elegy, occasioned by the Death of Mr. Gill

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Page Sonnet. “The harp is still! Weak though Hymn, “The Lord our God is full of might" u the spirit were".............. 38

“The Lord our God is Lord of all* 4 - “Or should the day be overcast" . ib.

- "Through sorrow's night, and das - "Mild Vesper, favorite of the Pa

ger's path"................. phian Queen"............... ib.

-“Much in sorrow, oft in woe," “In every clime, from Lapland to

Fragment .................. Japan"...................

“Christians! brethren! ere we part," To Liberty..................

a Fragment................. « Who is it leads the planets in their dance

-"Awake, sweet harpof Judah, wale" “How beautiful upon the element" ..

for Family Worship ......... “Ghosts of the dead, in grim array"...

The Star of Bethlehem ........... On the Death of the Duke d'Enghien...

Hymn, “O Lord my God, in mercy tum". . Sonnet,-To Capel Lofft, Esq.. ...... Melody, “ Yes, once more that dying strain“ - To the Moon .............

Song, by Waller, with an additional Stans written at the Grave of a Friend . "I am pleased, and yet I'm sad" ...... -“Sweet to the gay of heart is Sum

Solitude ................. mer's smile"... ............

“If far from me the Fates remove". - “Poor little one! most bitterly did “Fanny, upon thy breast I may not lie" pain".................... FRAGMENTS.

- To December ..........
To Misfortune ..........

I. “Saw'st thou that Light" ........9 “As thus oppress'd with many

II. “ The pious man, in this bad world".. heavy care".............

III. "Lo, on the eastern summit”...... To April. ...........

IV. “There was a little bird upon that pile - “ Ye unseen spirits"......

V. “O pale art thou, my lamp"..... - To a Taper ..........

VI. «O give me music"............ - To my Mother .........

VII. “Ah! who can say, however fair his view" - "Yes, 't will be over soon”..

VIII. “And must thou go?"..... ..... To Consumption, .........

IX. “When I sìt musing on the chequer'd “Thy judgments, Lord, are just”..

past" ........., To a Friend in Distress, who, when Henry

X. « When high romance o'er every word reasoned with him calmly, asked, If he

and stream" ....... did not feel for him ? ........... 16.

XI. " Hush'd is the lyre"....... Christmas Day ................ ib.

XII. “Once more, and yet once more".. Nelsoni Mors ..............

TIME................ Versification of the 22d Psalm ....... ib! THE CHRISTIAD ...........

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Account of the Life of Henry Kirke White.

BY ROBERT SOUTHEY.

Not alone by the Muses,
But by the Virtues loved, his soul in its youthful aspirings
Sought the Holy Hill, and his thirst was for Siloah's waters.

Vision of Judgment.

No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep,
But living statues there are seen to weep.
Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb,
Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom!

BYRON.

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 class, 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 ex. From 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 advantageordinary 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 “mountwhich 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.

One of the ushers, when he came to receive the Oh, far away I then would rove, money due for tuition, took the opportunity of

To some secluded bushy grove,

There hop and sing with careless glee, informing Mrs. White what an incorrigible son

Hop and sing at liberty ; she had, and that it was impossible to make the And till death should stop my laye, lad do anything. This information made his Far from men would spend my days. friends very uneasy: they were dispirited about

About this time his mother was induced, by the him; and had they relied wholly upon this report, advice of

report, advice of several friends, to open a Ladies' Bourd the stupidity or malice of this man would have ling an

ing and Day School in Nottingham, her eldes blasted Henry's progress for ever. He was, how

daughter having previously been a teacher in ote ever, placed under the care of a Mr. Shipley, who

a Mr. Shipley, who for some time. In this she succeeded beyond bez soon discovered that he was a boy of quick per.

most sanguine expectations, and Henry's bons ception, and very admirable talents; and came

comforts were thus materially increased, though with joy, like a good man, to relieve the anxiety lit was still out of the power of his family to give and painful suspicions of his family.

Jhim that education and direction in life which While his schoolmasters were complaining that:

This talents deserved and required. they could make nothing of him, he discovered

" It was now determined to breed him up to the what Nature had made him, and wrote satires

hosiery trade, the staple manufacture of his natira upon them. These pieces were never shown to

place; and at the age of fourteen he was placed any, except his most particular friends, who say

in a stocking-loom, with the view, at some future that they were pointed and severe. They are

period, of getting a situation in a hosier's pareenumerated in the table of contents to one of his

house. During the time that he was thus emplormanuscript volumes, under the title of School

ed, he might be said to be truly unhappy; he vent Lampoons; but, as was to be expected, he had

to his work with evident reluctance, and coold cut the leaves out and destroyed them.

not refrain from sometimes hinting his extreme One of his poems, written at this time, and

aversion to it; but the circumstances of his famly under these feelings, is preserved :

obliged them to turn a deaf ear.' His mother, ON BEING CONFINED TO SCHOOL ONE PLEASANT

however, secretly felt that he was worthy of better MORNING IN SPRING. WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF THIRTEEN.

1 His temper and tone of mind at this period, ben de

was in his fourteenth year, are displayed in this extract The morning sun's enchanting rays

from an Address to Contemplation.
Now call forth every songster's praise;

Thee do I own, the prompter of my joys,
Now the lark, with upward flight,

The soother of my cares, inspiring peace;
Gayly ushers in the light:

And I will ne'er forsake thee.-Men may rare,
While, wildly warbling from each tree,

And blame and censure me, that I don't tie
The birds sing songs to Liberty.

My ev'ry thought down to the desk, and spend

The morning of my life in adding figures
But for me no songster sings,

With accurate monotony ; that so
For me no joyous lark up-springs;

The good things of the world may be my lot,
For I, confined in gloomy school,

And I may taste the blessedness of wealth:
Must own the pedant's iron rule,

But, oh! I was not made for money-getting:
And, far from sylvan shades and bowers,

For me no much-respected plume awaits,
In durance vile must pass the hours;

Nor civic honor, envied.--For as still
There con the scholiast's dreary lines,

I tried to cast with school dexterity
Where no bright ray of genius shines,

The interesting sums, my vagrant thoughts
And close to rugged learning cling,
While laughs around the jocund spring.

Would quick revert to many a woodland baunt,

Which fond remembrance cherish'd, and the per
How gladly would my soul forego

Dropt from my senseless fingers as I pictured,
All that arithmeticians know,

In my mind's eye, how on the shores of Trent

I erewhile wander'd with my early friends
Or stiff grammarians quaintly teach,

In social intercourse. And then I'd think
Or all that industry can reach,
To taste each morn of all the joys

How contrary pursuits had thrown us wide,

One from the other, scatter'd o'er the globe:
That with the laughing sun arise ;
And unconstrain'd to rove along

They were set down with sober steadiness
The bushy brakes and glens among;

Each to his occupation. I alone,
And woo the muse's gentle power,

A wayward youth, misled by Fancy's vegaries.

Remaind unsettled, insecure, and veering
In unfrequented rural bower!
But, ah! such heaven-approaching joys

With ev'ry wind to ev'ry point o'th' comp3.8.

Yes, in the counting-house I could indulge
Will never greet my longing eyes;
Still will they cheat in vision fine,

In fits of close abstraction : yea, amid
Yet never but in fancy shine.

The busy, bustling crowds could meditate,

And send my thoughts ten thousand leagues away
Oh, that I were the little wren

Beyond the Atlantic, resting on my friend.
That shrilly chirps from yonder glen!

Aye, Contemplation, ev'n in earliest youth

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