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A Ballad, noting the Difference of Rich and Poor, in the ways of a rich Noble's Palace and a poor Workhouse.

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Hypochondriacus

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A Farewell to Tobacco.

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To T. L. H., a Child

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Ballad, from the German

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Lines on the celebrated Picture by Leonardo da Vinci, called the Vir

gin of the Rocks

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SONNETS.

1. To Miss Kelly

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II. On the Sight of Swans in Kensington Garden

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IX. To John Lamb, Esq., of the South Sea House

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The Witch, a Dramatic Sketch of the Seventeenth Century

ALBUM VERSES, &c.

In the Album of a Clergyman's Lady

In the Autograph Book of Mrs. Sergeant W.

In the Album of Edith S

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To Dora W. -, on being asked by her Father to write in her Album 554

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On an Infant dying as soon as born.

The Young Catechist

She is Going

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To a Young Friend on her Twenty-first Birthday.
Harmony in Unlikeness

Written at Cambridge.

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To a celebrated Female Performer in the "Blind Boy"

Work.

Leisure

To Samuel Rogers, Esq.

The Gipsy's Malison.

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To the Author of Poems published under the Name of Barry Cornwall 568
To J. S. Knowles, Esq., on his Tragedy of Virginius.
To the Editor of the "Every-day Book".

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To T. Stothard, Esq., on his Illustrations of the Poems of Mr. Rogers 570 To a Friend on his Marriage

The Self-enchanted..

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To Louisa M, whom I used to call "Monkey"

Oh lift with Reverent hand

On a Sepulchral Statue of an Infant Sleeping

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To David Cook, of the Parish of Saint Margaret's, Westminster,

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POEMS.

HESTER.

WHEN maidens such as Hester die,
Their place ye may not well supply
Though ye among a thousand try,
With vain endeavour.

A month or more hath she been dead,
Yet cannot I by force be led
To think upon the wormy bed
And her together.

A springy motion in her gait,
A rising step, did indicate

Of pride and joy no common rate,
That flush'd her spirit.

I know not by what name beside
I shall it call: if 'twas not pride,
It was a joy to that allied,

She did inherit.

Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was train'd in Nature's school, Nature had bless'd her.

A waking eye, a prying mind,

A heart that stirs, is hard to blind,
A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind,
Ye could not Hester.

My sprightly neighbour, gone before
To that unknown and silent shore,
Shall we not meet, as heretofore,
Some summer morning,

When from thy cheerful eyes a ray
Hath struck a bliss upon the day
A bliss that would not go away,
A sweet forewarning?

TO CHARLES LLOYD.

AN UNEXPECTED VISITER.

ALONE, obscure, without a friend,
A cheerless, solitary thing,

Why seeks my Lloyd the stranger out?
What offering can the stranger bring

Of social scenes, homebred delights,
That him in aught compensate may
For Stowey's pleasant winter nights,
For loves and friendships far away?

In brief oblivion to forego

Friends, such as thine, so justly dear,
And be a while with me content
To stay, a kindly loiterer, here:

For this a gleam of random joy

Hath flush'd my unaccustom'd cheek ; And, with an o'ercharged, bursting heart, I feel the thanks I cannot speak.

Oh! sweet are all the muses' lays, And sweet the charm of matin bird; "Twas long since these estranged ears.

The sweeter voice of friend had heard.

The voice hath spoke: the pleasant sounds
In mem❜ry's ear in after time

Shall live, to sometimes rouse a tear,
And sometimes prompt an honest rhyme.

For, when the transient charm is fled,
And when the little week is o'er,

To cheerless, friendless solitude

When I return as heretofore,

Long, long within my aching heart
The grateful sense shall cherish'd be ;
I'll think less meanly of myself,

That Lloyd will sometimes think on me

THE THREE FRIENDS.

THREE young maids in friendship met;
Mary, Martha, Margaret.

Margaret was tall and fair,

Martha shorter by a hair;

If the first excell'd in feature,

Th' other's grace and ease were greater;

Mary, though to rival loath,

In their best gifts equall'd both.
They a due proportion kept;
Martha mourn'd if Margaret wept;
Margaret joy'd when any good
She of Martha understood;
And in sympathy for either
Mary was outdone by neither.
Thus far, for a happy space,
All three ran an even race,
A most constant friendship proving,
Equally beloved and loving;
All their wishes, joys, the same;
Sisters only not in name.

Fortune upon each one smiled,
As upon a favourite child;
Well to do and well to see
Were the parents of all three ;
Till on Martha's father crosses
Brought a flood of worldly losses
And his fortunes rich and great
Changed at once to low estate
Under which o'erwhelming blow
Martha's mother was laid low;
She a hapless orphan left,
Of maternal care bereft,
Trouble following trouble fast,
Lay in a sick-bed at last.

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