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The Legend of Genevieve

with other tales and poems. By Delta [i.e. David Macbeth Moir]
Moir, D. M. (1798-1851)

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LEGEND OF GENEVIEVE.
  
SIR ETHELRID.
  
ELLEN, THE FORSAKEN.
  
MARY'S MOUNT.
  
NAPOLEON'S ADDRESS TO THE STATUE OF HIS SON.
  
THE GREEK TO HIS SWORD.
  
SPANISH PATRIOTIC ODE.
  
THE SOLDIER'S GRAVE.
  
THE RUINED CASTLE.
  
THE EMIGRANTS' FAREWELL.
  
TO THE SPIRIT OF KOSCIUSKO.
  
STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.
  
ON ANDREW HOFFER.
  
TO HAYDON.
  
LOCHLEVEN CASTLE.
  
SCENE ON THE GRAMPIANS.
  
THE MOSSY SEAT.
  
THE EVENING LANDSCAPE.
  
FEMALE DECAY.
  
EVENTIDE.
  
THE VISION.
  
BALLAD STANZAS.
  
STANZAS. ON THIS GREEN BANK, &c.
  
THE CONFESSION.
  
SONNET. TO LOVE.
  
ODE ON THE OLDEN TIME.
  
THE LEAFLESS TREE.
  
THE MIDNIGHT REVERIE.
  
THE SEPTEMBER FOREST.
  
THE SILENT EVE.
  
THE WILD ROSE.
  
THE MANIAC'S PLAINT.
  
A MOTHER'S DIRGE OVER HER CHILD.
  
VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF ROBERT BLOOMFIELD.
  
THE NOVEMBER GARDEN.
  
THE ARBOUR.
  
SOLITUDE.
  
RURAL SECLUSION.
  
INCH-KEITH BEACON.
  
EVENING RETROSPECT.
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SONNETS.
 I. 
No. I. RAINY MORNING.
 III. 
No. III. DAYS OF YORE.
 IV. 
No. IV. THE SCHOOL BANK.
 V. 
No. V. TO THE EVENING STAR.
 VI. 
No. VI. DECAY OF CHIVALRY.
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BALLADS.
 I. 
No. I. SIR HAROLD.
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No. II. ADELINE.
 III. 
No. III. FALSE FLORENCE.
 IV. 
No. IV. THE BARD'S WISH.
 V. 
No. V. FITZTRAVER'S GRAVE.
 VI. 
No. VI. THE SPECTRE'S VISIT.
  
FUTURE PROSPECTS OF THE WORLD.

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Adieu, adieu! beloved boy!
My latest care, and only joy,
Thou solace of my deep distress,
Thou pole-star in my wretchedness!
Wide oceans roll and roar between,
Broad lands and mountains intervene;
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But distance cannot dissipate
The tie that links me to thy fate,
Nor quench the love, so warm and wild,
With which a father views his child.—
Adieu, adieu! my dearest son!
For me life's sands must soon be run;
Wild flowers above my bosom wave,
And island winds sigh o'er my grave;—
Smile on thy mother; and may she
In thy young looks remember me!
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