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.
most sweet it is
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While ...[read poem]
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While ...
september, 1819
Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;...[read poem]
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;...
a complaint
There is a change--and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond...[read poem]
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond...
three years she grew
Three years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
On earth was ...[read poem]
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
On earth was ...
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]
As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
Not ...
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]
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I ...
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]
For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood
Upon...
mutability
From low to high doth dissolution climb,
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful...[read poem]
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful...
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]
That one, the fairest of all Rivers, lov'd
To blend his murmurs with my ...
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]
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
To think ...
yarrow visited. september, 1814
And is this--Yarrow?--This the stream
Of which my fancy cherished,
So faithfully, a w...[read poem]
Of which my fancy cherished,
So faithfully, a w...
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]
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sun...
dion
See Plutarch.
Serene, and fitted to embrace,
Where'er he turned, a swan-like grac...[read poem]
Serene, and fitted to embrace,
Where'er he turned, a swan-like grac...
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]
I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide
Along a bare a...
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]
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff...
bearhug
Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight
I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing,
then s...[read poem]
I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing,
then s...
i travelled among unknown men
I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know til...[read poem]
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know til...
laodamia
"With sacrifice before the rising morn
Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
And fr...[read poem]
Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;
And fr...
the simplon pass
--Brook and road
Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass,
And with them did we journey ...[read poem]
Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass,
And with them did we journey ...
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]
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:...
elizabeth
Catch, my Uncle Jack said
and oh I caught this huge apple
red as Mrs Kelly's bum.
It'...[read poem]
and oh I caught this huge apple
red as Mrs Kelly's bum.
It'...
the green linnet
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brigh...[read poem]
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brigh...
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]
Unvisited, endeavour'd to retrace
My life...
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]
Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought!
And giv'st...
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]
Of British freedom, which, to the open sea
Of th...
november, 1806
Another year!--another deadly blow!
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
And We are left, or ...[read poem]
Another mighty Empire overthrown!
And We are left, or ...
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]
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sig...
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]
Of five long winters! and again I hear...
nutting
--It seems a day
(I speak of one from many singled out)
One of those heavenly days that ca...[read poem]
(I speak of one from many singled out)
One of those heavenly days that ca...
the primrose of the rock
A Rock there is whose homely front
The passing traveller slights;
Yet there the glow-w...[read poem]
The passing traveller slights;
Yet there the glow-w...
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