SIBYLLINE LEAVES.

To a Young Friend, on his proposing to domesti-

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cate with the Author.

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Lines to W. L. while he sang a Song to Purcell's

Music

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Addressed to a Young Man of Fortune

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Sonnet. To the River Otter

Composed on a journey homeward, the

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Author having received intelligence of the

Birth of a Son

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

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Alice du Clos ; or, the Forked Tongue. A Ballad 268

To a Lady offended by a sportive observation

"I have heard of reasons manifold

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Lines suggested by the last Words of Berengarius. 290

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To the Young Artist, Kayser of Kayserwerth,.... 349

Psyche

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Love, Hope, and Patience in Education

« Γνῶθι σεαυτὸν !” &c.

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Gently I took," &c...

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GENEVIEVE.

AID of my Love, sweet Genevieve!
In Beauty's light you glide along:
Your eye is like the star of eve,

And sweet your Voice, as Seraph's song.
Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives
This heart with passion soft to glow:
Within your soul a Voice there lives!
It bids you hear the tale of Woe.
When sinking low the Sufferer wan
Beholds no hand outstretcht to save,
Fair, as the bosom of the Swan
That rises graceful o'er the wave,
I've seen your breast with pity heave,
And therefore love I you, sweet Genevieve!

SONNET.

TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON.

ILD Splendour of the various-vested Night! Mother of wildly-working visions! hail! I watch thy gliding, while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil;

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And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud
Behind the gathered blackness lost on high;
And when thou dartest from the wind-rent cloud
Thy placid lightning o'er the awakened sky.
Ah such is Hope! as changeful and as fair!
Now dimly peering on the wistful sight;
Now hid behind the dragon-winged Despair :
But soon emerging in her radiant might
She o'er the sorrow-clouded breast of Care
Sails, like a meteor kindling in its flight.

ANTHEM

FOR THE CHildren of CHRIST'S HOSPITAL.

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'ERAPHS! around th' Eternal's seat who throng

With tuneful extasies of praise:

O teach our feeble tongues like yours the song

Of fervent gratitude to raise—

Like you, inspired with holy flame

To dwell on that Almighty name

Who bade the child of woe no longer sigh,
And Joy in tears o'erspread the Widow's eye.

Th' all-gracious Parent hears the wretch's

prayer;

The meek tear strongly pleads on high;
Wan Resignation struggling with despair
The Lord beholds with pitying eye;
Sees cheerless want unpitied pine,
Disease on earth its head recline,

And bids compassion seek the realms of woe
To heal the wounded, and to raise the low.