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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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ELEGY ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DIED AT TORQUAY, FEB. 2, 1833.

We weep with soften'd grief the aged dead;
When the young die more bitter tears we shed:
We quiver when the shroud-wrapt sleeper wears
Rich glossy locks instead of thin white hairs.
Does startled Pity chide, then, His decree,
Who said to Marian's soul, “Return to me?”
Alas! we mourn in impotence, we rave
In ignorance and folly o'er the grave!
'Tis selfish guilt to grieve for one so good,
Though summon'd in the bloom of womanhood.
Yet if so good, so modest, pure and kind,
The harder lot for those she leaves behind:
Her thoughts reflected all things fresh and fair;
Why so soon broken was that mirror rare?
Why was so just a standard thus denied
To our observance? We have lost a guide.
Again we question, and in sin demur
In sorrow for ourselves lamenting her.
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But Mercy, sentient to each human tear,
Forgives, perhaps, what Wisdom frowns to hear.
It was so lately in the month of June—
June's leafy month, when birds were all in tune,
All sweetest flowers in blossom, all sweet words,
Pure as those flowers, and blithesome as those birds,
Mingling in gay confusion in the bowers
Of Bronsil, haunt of children's happiest hours—
It was so lately that I saw her first,
Where tender minds were by her virtues nurst;
There I beheld her to all hearts endear'd,
And fresh in health as the young plants she rear'd.
It was more lately, in the harvest moon,
I last beheld her, to be mourn'd so soon!
Her cheek was mantled with a floral bloom,—
Perfidious roses, blossoms of the tomb.
A few short weeks; the bland breath of Torbay
Play'd on her brow as treacherous breezes play.
A few weeks yet—she sleeps on Devon's shore
The sleep that never shall be broken more,
Till the dread voice of Judgment cries, “Behold!
How on your lives has her remembrance told?
In vain your words bewail'd her laid in earth,
Unless your deeds exemplified her worth.”
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