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

495

A Farewell to Tobacco.

496

To T. L. H., a Child

500

Ballad, from the German

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

gin of the Rocks

502

SONNETS.

1. To Miss Kelly

II. On the Sight of Swans in Kensington Garden

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

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505

505

506

VIII. The Family Name.

506

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

The Witch, a Dramatic Sketch of the Seventeenth Century

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

In my own Album

Angel Help

The Christening..

On an Infant dying as soon as born.

The Young Catechist

She is Going

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559

560

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To a Young Friend on her Twenty-first Birthday.

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Harmony in Unlikeness

564

Written at Cambridge.

565

To a celebrated Female Performer in the "Blind Boy"

565

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..

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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..

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The Self-enchanted

571

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

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

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.