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  • On The Death Of Dermody The Poet
    Child of Misfortune! Offspring of the Muse!
    Mark like the meteor's gleam his mad career;
    54 lines
  • To The Muse
    Ill-fated maid, in whose unhappy train
    Chill poverty and misery are seen,
    28 lines
  • Sonnet To April
    Emblem of life! see changeful April sail
    In varying vest along the shadowy skies,
    13 lines
  • Sonnet To My Mother
    And canst thou, Mother, for a moment think
    That we, thy children, when old age shall shed
    13 lines
  • To Midnight
    Season of general rest, whose solemn still
    Strikes to the trembling heart a fearful chill,
    33 lines
  • To A Friend
    I've read, my friend, of Dioclesian,
    And many another noble Grecian,
    39 lines
  • Time
    Genius of musings, who, the midnight hour
    Wasting in woods or haunted forests wild,
    659 lines
  • My Own Character
    Dear Fanny, I mean, now I'm laid on the shelf,
    To give you a sketch—ay, a sketch of myself.
    58 lines
  • On Disappointment
    Come, Disappointment, come!
    Not in thy terrors clad:
    81 lines
  • Sonnet II
    Ye unseen spirits, whose wild melodies,
    At evening rising slow, yet sweetly clear,
    13 lines
  • Sonnet V. The Winter Traveller
    God help thee, Traveller, on thy journey far;
    The wind is bitter keen, - the snow o'erlays
    13 lines
  • Sonnet Translated From The French Of M. Desbarreaux
    Thy judgments, Lord, are just; thou lovest to wear
    The face of pity and of love divine;
    13 lines
  • To Contemplation
    Thee do I own, the prompter of my joys,
    The soother of my cares, inspiring peace;
    61 lines
  • To The Morning
    Beams of the daybreak faint! I hail
    Your dubious hues, as on the robe
    79 lines
  • The Shipwrecked Solitary's Song To The Night
    Thou, spirit of the spangled night!
    I woo thee from the watchtower high,
    63 lines
  • Sonnet Written At The Grave Of A Friend
    Fast from the west the fading day-streaks fly,
    And ebon Night assumes her solemn sway,
    13 lines
  • To Consumption
    Gently, most gently on thy victim's head,
    Consumption, lay thine hand! Let me decay
    13 lines
  • Ode Addressed To H. Fuseli, Esq. R. A. On Seeing Engravings From His Designs
    Mighty magician! who on Torneo's brow,
    When sullen tempests wrap the throne of night,
    106 lines
  • To Thought
    Hence, away, vindictive thought;
    Thy pictures are of pain;
    43 lines
  • To The Harvest Moon
    bunny ruit imbriferum ver:
    Spicea jam campis bunny messis inhorruit, et bunny
    71 lines
  • Sonnet VI
    Sweet to the gay of heart is Summer's smile,
    Sweet the wild music of the laughing Spring;
    13 lines
  • Song
    Softly, softly blow, ye breezes,
    Gently o'er my Edwy fly!
    38 lines
  • Verses I
    When pride and envy, and the scorn
    Of wealth my heart with gall imbued,
    28 lines
  • To A Friend In Distress
    "Do I not feel?" The doubt is keen as steel.
    Yea, I do feel—most exquisitely feel;
    40 lines
  • To The Herb Rosemary
    Sweet scented flower! who art wont to bloom
    On January's front severe,
    31 lines
  • To My Lyre
    Thou simple Lyre! thy music wild
    Has served to charm the weary hour,
    52 lines
  • To The Genius Of Romance
    Oh! thou who, in my early youth,
    When fancy wore the garb of truth,
    29 lines
  • Sonnet IV
    Quick o'er the wintry waste dart fiery shafts—
    Bleak blows the blast—now howls—then faintly dies—
    13 lines
  • The Savoyard's Return
    Oh! yonder is the well known spot,
    My dear, my long lost native home!
    31 lines
  • The Wandering Boy
    When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor,
    And the cottager shuts on the beggar his door;
    23 lines
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