X. To the Spirit of Henry Kirke White…….
XI. To Memory
XII. Surry
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XIII. Composed, during a solitary walk at Night
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XIV. A Winter's Evening
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XV. To the Sea
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XVI. The Tarn
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XVII. On Genius
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XVIII. The Love, that cannot die
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XIX. Faith
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XX. Shakespeare...
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XXI. The Choice..
XXII. Inscription for a Rustic Seat
XXIII. On seeing some fine Paintings
XXIV. The deserted Village
XXV. Composed on the Sea-Shore
XXVI. The Child of early Sorrows
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XXVII. Fancy
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XXVIII. Home-Sickness
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XXIX. On the Death of the Princess Charlotte.
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XXX. A Day-Dream
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XXXI. To the Nightingale
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XXXII. To a School-fellow
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XXXIV. Forgetfulness
XXXIII. The sorrowful Tree
XXXV. To T. H. aged fifteen
XXXVI. On Reading Southey's Roderick.
XXXVII. To John Clare, the Peasant-poet of Northamp-
tonshire
XXXVIII. To Miss Stephens
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A Portrait....
The Bliss of Sleep..
Kindred Feeling
Lines composed in a Cathedral
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Separation
$ 170
The Poet's Passion
. 172
Stanzas...
.. 174
The lonely Heart....
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To Poetry....
There is no music in the hollowness of common praise
On revisiting a favourite Scene...
To C. B. T.....
The untuned Heart
It is not here!
L. T. to her (Eolian Harp
The Prophecy
Childhood...
On leaving W. B......
A true incident.....
Hymn to Nature
To Music....
To the Winds
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Lines, written in the first leaf of a pocket book for the
year
The same...
Solitude, sometimes, is best Society.
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On the Death of the Princess Charlotte, written at that period 218.
An Elegy on the Death of the late King...
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I did but leave thee yesterday....
SONGS AND LYRICAL PIECES.
If, in enchanter's shadowy hall.....
It was a winter's evening.....
Constancy...
Swift, to climes of brighter day.
Written to suit a beautiful air
Bleeding heart-bleeding heart
There was a time when all things smiled
When with deep despair
On losing a heart's-ease
I know thee, now ......
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Song of the Sea-Nymphs.....
The Fairies' Song
Song of the Spirits of Evening.....
The Fisherman's Return ...
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Song written to suit a wildly beautiful German Air........ 246
Song of a female Indian Slave, separated from her Lover
The Bandit's Song
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Amid the west, the light decaying
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Song of a poor Mad Girl......
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The Complaint of a Girl forsaken by her Lover
The same....
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Remember me, when in thy cot
The glow of health is on thy cheek.
Beloved in vain.......
Think'st thou on me?....
Thou say'st mine eyes have lost the light
When all, that once seem'd good, or fair...
Oh, were we side by side to stand
Not yet, my soul......
Should clouds conceal our beacon-star..
Oh, that thine arm were lock'd in mine
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As, at the early break of dawn.....
I roved thro' Folly's glittering maze
Escaped at length, where none intrude
On gathering some flowers
Soothe me no more...
Last night, I woke from dreams of thee
No, Lady, 'tis not words can tell..
With a Wreath of Myrtle.....
Night,-thy lone shades I once abhorr'd
Those tears-those tears, will rise to view
If, for a moment, I forget.....
DEVOTIONAL PIECES.
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A Hymn, on coming out of Church.
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A Sunday thought
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The World forgetting, by the World forgot..
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A Morning Hymn
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How sweet to the swain is the last blush of eve
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Composed on the sea-shore...
SONNETS.
I. On returning to a favourite place of Residence
II. On visiting Hagley
III. To Peace
IV. The Winter's Noon
V. On quitting Home
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VI. On finding a Book, which had been long laid by ... 300
VII. Written on a Winter's Morning
VIII. Written on a Moonlight Night
IX. Composed on a Bank, where Snow-drops grew
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JERUSALEM.
"The Lord--the Lord hath spoken from on high,
"Whose voice is fate, whose will is destiny.
"I see ! * I see ! the dread avengers come,
"Fierce as despair, insatiate as the tomb.
"Heard ye their wheels, like whirlwinds, sweep around ?
"Heard ye their thundering coursers beat the ground ?
"Mark'd ye their spears move on in long array,
"And shield on shield flash back the beam of day !
"O'er Salem's ? walls Destruction sternly low'rs,
"And eyes,impatient, her devoted towers.
"Bow'd to the dust,? she mourns her slanghter'd bands,
"And strives in vain to lift her fetter'd hands."
O greatly-fall'n, how humbled is thy state !
Thy tlelds how bare, thy courts how desolate !
Where Joy was wont the nightly dance to lead,
Shrieks the lone bat, and hungry vultures feed;
There the fierce dra?. tlnds a place of rest,
And bodlng screech-o?ls build their secret nest. �
No more, Bethesda, o'er thy ?esert .springs
Descending Seraphs wave thelr ]p?aling wings;
No more sweet sounds, at morn or eve, declare
That hosts angelic hover on the air: ?
All--all is fied; and Desolation reigns,
Without a rival, o'er thy ravaged plains.
? Isal. v. 26, &c. ami nix. 6. ?- Issi. ,xi? IL ? ldem, 4th v?rse
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