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Poems

By Henry Nutcombe Oxenham. Third Edition
Oxenham, Henry Nutcombe (1829-1888)
  
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 I. 
I. THE SENTENCE OF KAÏRES.
 II. 
II. THE FATE OF COLUMBUS.
 III. 
III. STANZAS FOR MUSIC.
 IV. 
IV.
 V. 
V. THE POET AND THE SAINT.
 VI. 
VI. THE LIFE-DIRGE OF EGYPT'S DEAD.
 VII. 
VII. FRIENDSHIP.
 VIII. 
VIII. THE PILGRIM BOAT ON THE RHINE.
 IX. 
IX. MAYENCE AT SUNSET.
 X. 
X. MECHLIN.
 XI. 
XI. ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE DOG.
 XII. 
XII. STRIFE AND PEACE.
 XIII. 
XIII. SOLITUDE.
 XIV. 
XIV. THE LEGEND OF ST. CATHARINE.
 XV. 
XV. THE VIRGIN MOTHER.
 XVI. 
XVI. THE VESPER-BELL.
 XVII. 
XVII. THE FUNERAL OF THE LAST OF THE STUARTS.
 XVIII. 
XVIII.
 XIX. 
XIX. TO MY BROTHER ON HIS FIFTH BIRTHDAY.
 XX. 
XX.
 XXI. 
XXI. TO MY SISTER.
 XXII. 
XXII. BEREAVEMENT.
 XXIII. 
XXIII. TRIAL.
 XXIV. 
XXIV. SEPARATION.
 XXV. 
XXV. DINAS EMLYN.
 XXVI. 
XXVI. THE THREE PEALS OF THE ANGELUS.
 XXVII. 
XXVII. TO A FRIEND LEAVING OXFORD.
 XXVIII. 
XXVIII. THE HEAVENLY STRANGER .
 XXIX. 
XXIX. THE HOLY ANGELS.
 XXX. 
XXX. IN TEMPORE VESPERI ERIT LUX.
 XXXI. 
XXXI. A CHANCE MEETING.
 XXXII. 
XXXII. THE MIDNIGHT MASS OF THE NATIVITY.
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII. THE MANGER OF THE HOLY NIGHT.
 XXXIV. 
XXXIV. THE CHILDREN'S HYMN.
 XXXV. 
XXXV. AN EASTER GREETING.
 XXXVI. 
XXXVI. THE END OF MAN.
 XXXVII. 
XXXVII. TO L. H. D.
 XXXVIII. 
XXXVIII. A CHARACTER.
 XXXIX. 
XXXIX. WAR PIECES, 1855.
 XL. 
XL. THE MARTYR BOY .
 XLI. 
XLI. THE CHILD-CHRIST ON THE CROSS.
 XLII. 
XLII. SNOWDONIA.
 XLIII. 
XLIII. EUCHARISTICA.
 XLIV. 
XLIV. MATER DOLOROSA.
 XLV. 
XLV. MATER CORONATA.
 XLVI. 
XLVI. BEATUS SIS, CARISSIME!
 XLVII. 
XLVII. THE MARTYRDOM AT CANTERBURY.
 XLVIII. 
XLVIII. FAREWELL TO HARROW.
 XLIX. 
XLIX. REQUIEM ÆTERNAM.
 L. 
L. MEDIÆVAL INFLUENCES.
 LI. 
LI. IN MEMORIAM C. H. C.

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XIII. SOLITUDE.

(TO G. J. G.)

There is a sea, upon whose troublous tide
Ten thousand thousand storm-tost galleys ride,
Diverse their course, albeit the promised bourne
Whereto the unvarying compass points, be one;
Diverse their course,—and some there are who mourn
Those mateless wanderings 'neath the inclement sun,
Or where the stars their wintry vigils keep
O'er the dark waters of the uncheery deep.
What if two barks that drifted lonelily
By some strange influence meet on that far sea?
Such the sweet spell o'er kindred spirits thrown,
The spell, whose wiles too deep for language lie,
Striking responsive chords in hearts that own
The throbbing pulse of mutual sympathy.
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