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The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Croly

In Two Volumes
Croly, George (1780-1860)

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VOL. I.
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VOL. II.
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CATILINE;
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SEBASTIAN.
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V. THE HYMN.
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XL. ZEPHYR AND THE ROSE-NYMPH .
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LORENZO DE' MEDICI.
  
THE ARTIST'S CHAMBER.
  
EPITAPH.
  
SATAN.
  
THE PROPHET'S SCIMITAR.
  
THE SONG OF ANTAR.
  
INSCRIPTION ON ALEXANDER OF MACEDON.
  
INSCRIPTION FOR THEMISTOCLES.
  
ROSOLIA.
  
REBELLION.
  
EPITAPH ON AN OLD CULTIVATOR.
  
THE ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM.
  
THE LILY OF THE VALLEY.
  
THE PAINTER.
  
JACOB'S DREAM.
  
ON THE RUINS OF MESOLONGHI.
  
INSCRIPTION FOR A GROTTO.
  
THE SIBYL'S TOMB.
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LINES ON THE DEATH OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE.

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XXIX.

One evening, as the sun was setting sweet,
Making its rays a coronet for the hill,
The Solsierra, at whose flowery feet
Twined like a golden fetter the Xenil,
And the birds sang, and the dissolving heat
Was fann'd by that light, balmy, fluttering breeze,
That shades the azure of Italian seas;
He left his chamber for the mountain bower,
His eyes' delight, and grief, through many an hour,
When sunk upon his couch, he saw it wave,
And thought between them lay his early grave.
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But, thanks to nature, and his leech's art,
A peasant follower of the camp, his heart
Had found its firmer pulses, and his cheek
Wore, though still faintly, health's reviving streak.
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