Henry Kirke White

  • The Early Primrose

    Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire,
    Whose modest form, so delicately fine,
            Was nursed in whirling storms
            And cradled in the winds;

    Thee, when young Spring first questioned Winter’s sway,
    And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight,...

  • The Star of Bethlehem

    When, marshalled on the nightly plain,
      The glittering host bestud the sky,
    One star alone, of all the train,
      Can fix the sinner’s wandering eye.

    Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
      From every host, from every gem:
    But one alone the...