WRITTEN IN THE HOMER OF MR. H. K. WHITE. PRESENTED TO ME BY HIS BROTHER, J. NEVILLE WHITE. BY CAPEL LOFFT. BARD of brief days, but ah, of deathless fame! I pause; and gaze regretful on thy name. No more with mortal pencil shalt thou trace Bury, 11th Jan. 1807. * Alluding to his pencilled sketch of a head surrounded with a glory. TO THE MEMORY OF H. K. WHITE. BY THE REV. W. B. COLLYER, A. M. O LOST too soon! accept the tear All the wild notes that pity loved The chords that in the human heart Amidst accumulated woes That premature afflictions bring, Submission's sacred hymn arose, Warbled from every mournful string. When o'er thy dawn the darkness spread, And deeper every moment grew; When rudely round thy youthful head The chilling blasts of sickness blew ; Religion heard no 'plainings loud, Cold is that heart in which were met O partial grief! to mourn the day Oft Genius early quits this sod, Spreads the light pinion, spurns the clod, But more than genius urged thy flight, On wings of immortality! Blackheath Hill, 24th June, 1808. SONNET TO HENRY KIRKE WHITE, ON HIS POEMS LATELY PUBLISHED. BY ARTHUR OWEN, ESQ. HAIL! gifted youth, whose passion-breathing lay To nature's veriest bounds its daring way For though along impassioned grandeur roll, Proceed, sweet bard! and the heaven-granted fire Of pity, glowing in thy feeling breast, May nought destroy, may nought thy soul divest Of joy of rapture in the living lyre, Thou tunest so magically: but may fame Each passing year add honours to thy name. SONNET, ON SEEING ANOTHER WRITTEN TO H. K. WHITE, IN SEPTEMBER, 1803, INSERTED IN HIS REMAINS." BY ARTHUR OWEN, ESQ. АH! once again the long left wires among, Truants the Muse to weave her requiem song; With sterner lore now busied, erst the lay Cheer'd my dark morn of manhood, wont to stray O'er fancy's fields in quest of musky flower; To me nor fragrant less, though barred from view And courtship of the world: hailed was the hour That gave me, dripping fresh with nature's dew, Poor Henry's budding beauties to a clime Hapless transplanted, whose exotic ray Forced their young vigour into transient day, And drain'd the stalk that reared them! and shall time Trample these orphan blossoms?--No! they breathe Still lovelier charms Oxford, Dec. 17, 1807. for Southey culls the wreath! |