Charles Wolfe Poems

Poems » charles wolfe » poems 1

Charles Wolfe
Charles Wolfe (December 14, 1791 – February 21, 1823) was an Irish poet. Born at Blackhall, County Kildare, Wolfe attended St. Dominics, Belfast between 1809 and 1814 and was ordained as a Church of Ireland priest in 1817. He is remembered for his poem "The Burial of Sir John Moore after Corunna", written in 1816 and much collected in 19th and early 20th century anthologies. Wolfe died from madcow disease caught from a cow at the age of 32.

to a skylark
 
 
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound?
Or,... [read poem]
yarrow unvisited
 
 
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny Bride,
Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome Marrow!

From ... [read poem]
the burial of sir john moore at corunna
 
 
Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
Not ... [read poem]
october, 1803
 
 
These times strike monied worldlings with dismay:
Even rich men, brave by nature, taint the air... [read poem]
a complaint
 
 
There is a change--and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond... [read poem]
i wandered lonely as a cloud
 
 
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I ... [read poem]
the french revolution as it appeared to enthusiasts at its commencement
 
 
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!
For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood
Upon... [read poem]
mutability
 
 
From low to high doth dissolution climb,
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful... [read poem]
yarrow visited. september, 1814
 
 
And is this--Yarrow?--This the stream
Of which my fancy cherished,
So faithfully, a w... [read poem]
the prelude: book 1: childhood and school-time
 
 
--Was it for this
That one, the fairest of all Rivers, lov'd
To blend his murmurs with my ... [read poem]
the reverie of poor susan
 
 
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sun... [read poem]
written in london. september, 1802
 
 
O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
To think ... [read poem]
bearhug
 
 
Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight
I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing,
then s... [read poem]
dion
 
 
See Plutarch.

Serene, and fitted to embrace,
Where'er he turned, a swan-like grac... [read poem]
elizabeth
 
 
Catch, my Uncle Jack said
and oh I caught this huge apple
red as Mrs Kelly's bum.
It'... [read poem]
the green linnet
 
 
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brigh... [read poem]
i travelled among unknown men
 
 
I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know til... [read poem]
a poet! he hath put his heart to school
 
 
A poet!--He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff... [read poem]
the world is too much with us
 
 
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:... [read poem]
extempore effusion upon the death of james hogg
 
 
When first, descending from the moorlands,
I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide
Along a bare a... [read poem]
influence of natural objects in calling forth and strengthening the imagination in boyhood and early youth
 
 
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!
And giv'st... [read poem]
laodamia
 
 
"With sacrifice before the rising morn
Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
And fr... [read poem]
november, 1806
 
 
Another year!--another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
And We are left, or ... [read poem]
composed upon westminster bridge, september 3, 1802
 
 
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sig... [read poem]
nutting
 
 
--It seems a day
(I speak of one from many singled out)
One of those heavenly days that ca... [read poem]
the prelude: book 2: school-time (continued)
 
 
Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavour'd to retrace
My life... [read poem]
the primrose of the rock
 
 
A Rock there is whose homely front
The passing traveller slights;
Yet there the glow-w... [read poem]
the simplon pass
 
 
--Brook and road
Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass,
And with them did we journey ... [read poem]
it is not to be thought of
 
 
It is not to be thought of that the Flood
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Of th... [read poem]
lines composed a few miles above tintern abbey, on revisiting the banks of the wye during a tour. july 13, 1798
 
 
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear... [read poem]
Continue in William Wordsworth »»»

Page 2 of 2     «« Previous