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Nugae Canorae

Poems by Charles Lloyd ... Third Edition, with Additions
Lloyd, Charles (1775-1839)

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DEDICATORY SONNET
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POEMS.
  
A POETICAL EFFUSION,
  
ODE
  
ELEGY
  
THE MELANCHOLY MAN.
  
LINES ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
  
STANZAS, WRITTEN BY ULSWATER, CUMBERLAND.
  
ADDRESS TO THE GENIUS OF SHAKSPEARE.
  
CHRISTMAS.
  
THE WOODMAN.
  
[LINES ON A FRIEND]
  
LONDON.
  
LINES TO MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN.
  
TO A YOUNG MAN,
  
TO A YOUNG MAN,
  
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FAST,
  
LINES TO A BROTHER AND SISTER,
  
LINES TO ROBERT SOUTHEY, ESQ.
  
LINES, WRITTEN 10TH APRIL, 1800.
  
LINES TO THE SCENERY OF CUMBERLAND AND WESTMORELAND.
  
LINES TO THE SABBATH.
  
LINES WRITTEN IN RETIREMENT, IN A MOUNTAINOUS COUNTRY.
  
LINES WRITTEN 19TH AUGUST, 1807.
  
LINES ON AN HOUR-GLASS.
  
LINES,
  
LINES, WRITTEN 29TH JULY, 1808.
  
LINES TO MY CHILDREN.
  
STANZAS.
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POEMS ON The Death OF PRISCILLA FARMER;
  
SONNET.
  
DEDICATORY LINES TO THE AUTHOR'S BROTHER.
 I. 
SONNET I.
 II. 
SONNET II.
 III. 
SONNET III. Written at the Hotwells, near Bristol.
 IV. 
SONNET IV.
 V. 
SONNET V.
 VI. 
SONNET VI.
 VII. 
SONNET VII.
 VIII. 
SONNET VIII.
 IX. 
SONNET IX.
 X. 
SONNET X.
 XI. 
SONNET XI.
  
LINES
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SONNETS.
 I. 
SONNET I. TO CRAIG-MILLAR CASTLE.
 II. 
SONNET II. TO SCOTLAND.
 III. 
SONNET III. TO NOVEMBER.
 IV. 
SONNET IV.
 V. 
SONNET V.
 VI. 
SONNET VI.
 VII. 
SONNET VII.
 VIII. 
SONNET VIII.
 IX. 
SONNET IX. On seeing the Moon rise, among Clouds swiftly driven by the Wind, from behind a Hill across Ulswater.
 X. 
SONNET X. TO A SISTER.
 XI. 
SONNET XI. TO THE SAME.
 XII. 
SONNET XII. TO THE SAME.
 XIII. 
SONNET XIII. TO THE SAME.
 XIV. 
SONNET XIV. TO THE SAME.
 XV. 
SONNET XV. TO THE SAME.
 XVI. 
SONNET XVI. TO THE SAME.
 XVII. 
SONNET XVII. TO THE SAME.
 XVIII. 
SONNET XVIII. Inserted in a Novel written by the Author, printed, but not published; called “Isabel”.
 XIX. 
SONNET XIX.
 XX. 
SONNET XX.
 XXI. 
SONNET XXI.
 XXII. 
SONNET XXII. Written early in the Morning, soon after the Birth of my third Child; and inscribed to my Mother, who was present on the occasion.
 XXIII. 
SONNET XXIII.
 XXIV. 
SONNET XXIV.
 XXV. 
SONNET XXV. TO MY MOTHER.
 XXVI. 
SONNET XXVI. Storm at Night, in a mountainous Country, contrasted with Domestic and Fire-side comforts.
 XXVII. 
SONNET XXVII. Sketch of a Mountain Cottage.
 XXVIII. 
SONNET XXVIII.
 XXIX. 
SONNET XXIX. Description of a Spring Hail-storm in a mountainous Country.
 XXX. 
SONNET XXX. TO SOPHIA. Written previous to a Journey to a place very distant from that of our residence.
 XXXI. 
SONNET XXXI. TO SOPHIA.
 XXXII. 
SONNET XXXII. TO MISS W---.
 XXXIII. 
SONNET XXXIII. FROM PETRARCH.
 XXXIV. 
SONNET XXXIV.
 XXXV. 
SONNET XXXV. FROM PETRARCH.
 XXXVI. 
SONNET XXXVI. FROM PETRARCH.
 XXXVII. 
SONNET XXXVII. TO SOLITUDE.
 XXXVIII. 
SONNET XXXVIII. TO SOLITUDE.
 XXXIX. 
SONNET XXXIX. TO SOLITUDE.
 XL. 
SONNET XL. Inserted in a Novel, written by the author, printed, but not published, called “Isabel.”
 XLI. 
SONNET XLI.
 XLII. 
SONNET XLII.
 XLIII. 
SONNET XLIII. Inserted in a Novel, written by the Author, printed, but not published, called “Isabel.”
 XLIV. 
SONNET XLIV. Two Sketches attempted, which will only be understood well by him who acknowledges their likeness to himself.
 XLV. 
SONNET XLV.
 XLVI. 
SONNET XLVI.
 XLVII. 
SONNET XLVII.
 XLVIII. 
SONNET XLVIII.
 XLIX. 
SONNET XLIX. IN THE CHARACTER OF ST. PREUX.
 L. 
SONNET L.
 LI. 
SONNET LI. TO MISS------
 LII. 
SONNET LII. TO MISS------.
 LIII. 
SONNET LIII. To her who will understand this, and the two preceding ones.
 LIV. 
SONNET LIV. Written after a Walk by Rydal Water, Westmore-land, in time of War.
 LV. 
SONNET LV. Written after seeing Rydal Lake.
 LVI. 
SONNET LVI.
 LVII. 
SONNET LVII. Inserted in a Novel, written by the Author, called “Isabel.”
 LVIII. 
SONNET LVIII. Descriptive as well as commemorative of a place belonging to the eldest Brother of the Author's Father; a place in which were spent many of the happiest Hours of his Youth.
 LIX. 
SONNET LIX.
 LX. 
SONNET LX.
 LXI. 
SONNET LXI.
 LXII. 
SONNET LXII. On the Death of Mr. Robert Lloyd, who, together with a Brother married, both of them leaving a Widow, the former with four, and the latter with three Children, and a Sister unmarried, died each of them of Fevers, in the short space of three weeks.
 LXIII. 
SONNET LXIII. The same Subject continued; addressed to Mrs. Robert Lloyd.
 LXIV. 
SONNET LXIV. The same subject continued.
 LXV. 
SONNET LXV. The same Subject continued.
 LXVI. 
SONNET LXVI. On the Death of Mr. Thomas Lloyd, who died within three weeks of the time when the subject of the last four Sonnets breathed his last.
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[SONNETS]
 I. 
METAPHYSICAL SONNET I.
 II. 
SONNET II. TO A PRIMROSE.
 III. 
SONNET III. TO THE RIVER EMONT.
 IV. 
SONNET IV. TO LOCH-LOMOND.
 V. 
SONNET V. TO THE SABBATH.
 VI. 
SONNET VI.
  
THE DEAD FRIEND.

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SONNET LXIV. The same subject continued.

Written 15th November, 1811.
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The following Sonnet was written after having finished, in Westmoreland, a translation of the Metamorphoses of Ovid into English verse, which the Author began six years before in Warwickshire; and in order to facilitate the performance of which his brother kindly lent him the use of an apartment in his house, as being in a situation less interrupted by noise than the one in which he was stationed.

This morn as dismal as the dismal theme,
Which weighs my bosom when I think on thee:
This morning shrouded in obscurity
Of winds, and blustering rain, and vapours dim;
This morn, with weary eye, and languid limb,
The task is done of mimic poesy.
To whom, dear friend, to whose kind sympathy,
When in my breast first stirred the wayward whim,
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Can I ascribe assistance?—Thou art gone!—
Thou first whene'er my frail and suffering mind
Some effort made, with sweetness all thy own,
And flattering promptitude most bland and kind,
To gratulate my toils of little worth!—
Thou last to blame!—Thou first to hail their birth!
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