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Poems

By Edward Quillinan. With a Memoir by William Johnston
Quillinan, Edward (1791-1851)

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WILD-FLOWERS OF WESTMORELAND.
  
A FLOWER OF FAIRFIELD.
  
THE HELIOTROPE AND THE SNOWDROP.
  
THE NIGHT-SCENTED STOCK.
  
THE BIRCH OF SILVER-HOW.
  
CHESNUT TREES NEAR BRAGA.
  
THE CANARY GOLDFINCH.
  
WANSFELL.
  
RYDAL-BECK, WESTMORELAND.
  
DALEGARTH FORCE.
  
A SEA LYRIC.
  
A MOST RICH AND PERFECTLY DEFINED RAINBOW ON THE OCEAN.
  
A PARTING BENISON TO THE MEDEA STEAMSHIP.
  
CLOUDS.
  
ON A PORTRAIT BY COMERFORD.
  
THE MAGDALEN.
  
“WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN IN WICKLOW?”
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[SONNETS.]
  
TO C. S. H.
  
EMMA.
  
THE AMERICAN SHIP PAULINA.
 I. 
HERO-WORSHIP. I.
 II. 
HERO-WORSHIP. II.
 I. 
MEDUSA. I.
 II. 
MEDUSA. II.
 I. 
THE GAULS AT ROME. A.D. 1849. I.
 II. 
THE GAULS AT ROME. A.D. 1849. II.
 III. 
THE GAULS AT ROME. A.D. 1849. III.
 IV. 
THE GAULS AT ROME. A.D. 1849. IV.
 I. 
FIELD-FOOT CEDAR. I.
 II. 
FIELD-FOOT CEDAR. II.
 III. 
FIELD-FOOT CEDAR. III.
 I. 
FIELD-FOOT. I.
 II. 
FIELD-FOOT. II.
  
CAVE OF MEDITATION, FIELD-FOOT.
  
TO ANGUS FLETCHER.
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SUSPIRIA.
 I. 
I. WORDSWORTH'S HOME.
 II. 
II. HER HOME.
  
III. “JESUS WEPT.” (St. John xi. 35.)
  
IV. A REQUEST.
  
STANZAS
  
TO D---.
  
TO D. H.
  
TO MRS. HARRISON,
  
TO A YOUNG LADY, WHO RESIDED BETWEEN THE RIVERS LEE AND BRIDE, NEAR CORK.
  
LINES TO MRS. DUNLOP, FOR ROTHA.
  
TO MISS ------.
  
TO MARY, DANCING.
  
MAY LUTTRELL.
  
TO A LADY OF SUPERCILIOUS AIR.
  
LADIES' EYES.
  
TO THE POET.
  
LEE PRIORY, IN MAY.
  
CHILD LOST.
  
WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF EDITH MAY SOUTHEY, WHO FORBADE COMPLIMENT.
  
IN A LADY'S ALBUM.
  
IN AN ALBUM.
  
IN THE ALBUM OF MARGARET ---
  
IN AN ALBUM
  
SONG.—AMBLESIDE VALE.
  
SONG ALTERED FROM MOORE.
  
LOW WOOD, WINANDERMERE.
  
MELANCHOLY.
  
NEPTUNE AND MEDUSA.
  
STANZAS. IN ALLUSION TO SOME WORLDLY ADVICE IN CLEVER VERSE BY A LADY TO HER YOUNGER FRIEND, THE FOLLOWING WAS WRITTEN:—
  
TENSES.
  
THE TWO RINGS.
  
“HIC JACET MALLEUS SCOTORUM.”
  
ADDRESS TO A PONY.
  
ON THE REPORTED VISIT OF QUEEN ADELAIDE TO WORDSWORTH.
  
MORALS FROM THE STARS.
  
THE SPELL.
  
INTERIOR OF CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL, AS SEEN BY MOONLIGHT, SEPTEMBER 30, 1841.
  
VERY UNFINISHED VERSES SUGGESTED BY THE SERRA OF GERÉS.
  
“N'EVEILLEZ PAS LE CHAT QUI DORT.”
  
THE ROSE-WREATHED HOUR-GLASS.
  
THE OLD MAN AND HIS DAUGHTERS.
  
FIRST LOVE.
  
AT A BALL.
  
AVONDALE.
  
AGNES OF HOLMGARD.
  
THE LEGEND OF SAINT MEINRAD.
  
VAL DE LUZ.
  
DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MOOR OF GRANADA AND HIS SPANISH PRISONER.
  
ZELINDA.
  
THE DUKE OF ALBA.
  
THE GROVES OF ENTRE QUINTAS.
  
EPITAPH ON COLONEL GEORGE HOLMES, C.B.
  
EPITAPH ON J. K. E. HOLMES.
  
FUNERAL OF ROBERT SOUTHEY.
  
ELEGY ON G. M. B.
  
ELEGY ON E. W. G. B.
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SHORT POEMS
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I.
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II. Near Lauffenberg.
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III. Near Schaffhausen.
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IV. SOCIETY. BERNE.
 V. 
V. SCHWYTZ.
 VI. 
VI. THE LAKE OF LAUWERTZ.
 VII. 
VII. BERNE.
 VIII. 
VIII. LAUSANNE.
  
ELEGY ON THE SAME, WRITTEN TWELVE YEARS LATER.
  
ELEGY ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DIED AT TORQUAY, FEB. 2, 1833.
  
TO THE CITY OF FLORENCE.
  
LINES COMPOSED IN THE ENGLISH BURIAL-GROUND AT OPORTO.
  
DIALOGUE WITH THE DEPARTING SPIRIT OF A FRIEND'S CHILD.
  
A DREAM OF DEATH AT SEA.
  
STANZAS.
  
ALONE.

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V. SCHWYTZ.

The relics of her human charms
Are lock'd in earth's maternal arms
By Grasmere's quiet shore;
Her spirit, ever bright and pure,
Is where there are no ills to cure,
Where pain torments no more.
An exile from a blighted home,
From land to land I vainly roam,
And seek, but cannot find
In nature, nor in powerless art,
Some charm to lull an aching heart,
To soothe a troubled mind.
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Severe it seems, and only seems,
To rouse from life's delusive dreams
The beautiful and young:
If, like Jemima good as fair,
They wake, we trust, in purer air,
Immortal joys among;
Theirs is the harder lot who mourn,
Who, with a vain compunction, burn
To expiate faults that grieved
A breast they never more can pain,
A heart they cannot please again—
The living, the bereaved.
O vain complaint of selfishness!
Weak wish to paralyse distress!
The tear, the pang, the groan,
Are justly mine, who once possess'd,
Yetn sometimes pain'd, the fondest breast
Where love was ever known.
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