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  • To Consumption
    Gently, most gently on thy victim's head,
    Consumption, lay thine hand! Let me decay
    13 lines
  • Inscription For A Monument To The Memory Of Cowper
    Reader! if with no vulgar sympathy
    Thou view'st the wreck of genius and of worth,
    23 lines
  • The Christiad
    BOOK I.
    I.
    433 lines
  • Elegy Occasioned By The Death Of Mr. Gill
    He sunk, the impetuous river roll'd along,
    The sullen wave betray'd his dying breath;
    33 lines
  • Epigram On Robert Bloomfield
    Bloomfield, thy happy omen'd name
    Ensures continuance to thy fame;
    3 lines
  • Fragment
    The western gale,
    Mild as the kisses of connubial love,
    73 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 An Early Primrose
    Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!
    Whose modest form, so delicately fine,
    23 lines
  • To Misfortune
    Misfortune, I am young, my chin is bare,
    And I have wondered much when men have told
    13 lines
  • Sonnet VII.
    Let the sublimer Muse, who wrapt in night
    Rides on the raven pennons of the storm,
    13 lines
  • Sonnet I. To the River Trent
    Once more, O Trent! along thy pebbly marge
    A pensive invalid, reduced and pale,
    13 lines
  • Sonnet XI
    Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild,
    Where, far from cities, I may spend my days,
    13 lines
  • Sonnet III.
    Lady, thou weepest for the Maniac's wo,
    And thou art fair, and thou, like me, art young;
    13 lines
  • Sonnet IX.
    What art thou, Mighty One! and where thy seat?
    Thou broodest on the calm that cheers the lands,
    13 lines
  • Sonnet XII.
    Lo! o'er the welkin  the tempestuous clouds
    Successive fly, and the loud-piping wind
    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 VIII.
    So ravishing soft upon the tide
    Of the infuriate gust, it did career,
    13 lines
  • Clifton Grove
    Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,
    And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.
    515 lines
  • Time
    Genius of musings, who, the midnight hour
    Wasting in woods or haunted forests wild,
    659 lines
  • Childhood
    PART I.
    Pictured in memory's mellowing glass, how sweet
    456 lines
  • Lines Written On A Survey Of The Heavens In The Morning Before Daybreak
    Ye many twinkling stars, who yet do hold
    Your brilliant places in the sable vault
    72 lines, 1 comment
  • My Study
    You bid me, Ned, describe the place
    Where I, one of the rhyming race,
    94 lines
  • Description Of A Summer’s Eve
    Down the sultry arc of day
    The burning wheels have urged their way;
    54 lines
  • Lines I
    Go to the raging sea, and say, "Be still!"
    Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will;
    48 lines
  • Written In The Prospect Of Death
    Sad solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils.
    Thy solemn vigils, in the sick man's mind;
    57 lines
  • Verses I
    When pride and envy, and the scorn
    Of wealth my heart with gall imbued,
    28 lines
  • Fragment I
    Oh! thou most fatal of Pandora's train,
    Consumption! silent cheater of the eye;
    31 lines
  • Fragment II
    Loud rage the winds without.—The wintry cloud
    O'er the cold northstar casts her flitting shroud;
    32 lines
  • Christmas Day
    Yet once more, and once more, awake, my Harp,
    From silence and neglect—one lofty strain;
    62 lines
  • Nelsoni Mors
    Yet once again, my Harp, yet once again
    One ditty more, and on the mountain ash
    45 lines
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