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Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse

Consisting of the Epistolary Correspondence of Many Distinguished Characters. With Notes and Illustrations. By the Rev. R. Polwhele
Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)

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VOL I.
  
SONNET ON THE SOUND OF A BELL AT POLWHELE.
  
[These garments stored up by a Canon, forsooth]
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VOL. II.
  
SONNET, Written February 24th, between three and four in the afternoon, when the funeral procession was advancing towards Truro, and the minute bell at St. Mary's tolling:—
  
Madam Cant to Miss Pert.
  
[Alas! such idle hours are fled]
  
[His perilous state if not resembling]
  
THE LAMP.
  
THE GOUT.
  
THE TARTAR.
  
The last-left Evening Primrose
  
On an Apple-tree full of blossom, Sept. 11th
  
[------“'Twas my lot, ere long to roam]
  
[The historian tells us, that Caligula—]
  
TRURO.
  
Truro Ten-pounders.
  
[Lunching with Baucis and Philemon]
  
[Herod the bawling brats of Bedlam]
  
The Impromptu
  
THE PARENTS TO THEIR CHILDREN ON THE 1ST OF JANUARY, 1834.
  
THE SABBATH-EVENING WALK.
  
[A tissue but of joy and grief]
  
[Ah! who are they that have not lost]
  
[Where roars the Westering surge—“Lo! Methodism]
  
[Peace officers! four doughty fellows!]
  
[Silent, stant auribus erectis”—]
  
[Though here, not much renown'd for Beauty]
  
[“Nor Roman prow, nor daring Tyrian oar]
  
[Lo, at long intervals, the rage is]
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VOL. III.
  
[dedication]
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SONNETS.
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POETRY.
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THE MERCHANT OF SMYRNA; OR, LOVE AND GRATITUDE.
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ACT I.—
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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ACT II.—
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SCENE II.
  
SONG.
  
SONG.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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ACT III.—
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SCENE II.
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SCENE IV.
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SCENE V.
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THE SYRIAN PRINCESS.
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ACT I.—
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SCENE III.
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ACT II.—
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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ACT III.—
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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ACT IV.—
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SCENE I.
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ACT V.—
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE IV.
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DARTMOOR.
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III.
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THE FALL OF CONSTANTINOPLE.
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CANTO THE FIRST.
  
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CANTO THE THIRD.
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CANTO THE FOURTH.
  
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CANTO THE SIXTH.
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MISCELLANEOUS VERSE; SERIOUS AND LUDICROUS.
  
THE FOURTH OF MARCH.
  
THE SNOWDROPS.
  
RURAL SCENERY.
  
THE HORTICULTURAL BARD.
  
THE OLD CORYCIAN HORTICULTURIST.
  
THE LONGING LADY.
  
THE FLORA BALL.
  
A FRAGMENT.
  
THE RILL LOST IN A THICKET.
  
A GOOD CONSCIENCE.
  
To Dr. DARWIN.
  
To J. W. CROKER, Esq.
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SONNETS To a person threatening to shoot the wood pigeons at Polwhele.
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A CORNISH INCIDENT.
  
TO A LADY,
  
A LESSON
  
THE DEAN; OR SNUFF-COURTSHIP.
  
Hogg succeeded Cardew, and Dr. Ryall, Hogg, as master of Truro Grammar School.
  
LANDEUWEDNAC.
  
BEDLAM BROKE LOOSE.
  
DIE OF THE DOCTOR.
  
THE DOCTOR TURNED PATIENT.
  
BEERSHOPS.
  
THE SONNET OUT OF JOINT.
  
STATUES IN VOGUE.
  
ON AN IMPUDENT BULL OF O'CONNELL.
  
KARNBRE.
  
EPITAPH ON TWO FAITHFUL DOGS,
  
ON HEARING AN ASS BRAY.
  
THE DEFUNCT CORPORATION.
  
NOT DEAD BUT DYING.
  
Oct. 1835.

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THE SABBATH-EVENING WALK.

The Sabbath-sunset—how serene!
How pleasant all this summer-scene!
A day devoutly pass'd in prayer,
Unvext by any earthly care.
Our path (the brooklet wandering by)
We trace—“the happy Family;”
And mark, as down the glimmering glade
The purple hues of Evening fade,
Flowers that their cups of incense close,
Birds of the air that seek repose;
And (darkening though the coppiced dale
Faints from the sight) yon Village hail,
Which high along the rock hath won
To its still roofs the lingering sun;
The thatch whilst golden tints disstain,
Or kindle in the glittering pane,
Till now the duskier shadows fall,
And holy Peace hath curtain'd all.
There—(as we deem, reveal'd to view,
Dear to the heart the illusion true)—
We fancy, with a glorious ray,
Once more Emmaus lights our way!
There, as the two disciples walk'd,
And mournful in communion talk'd,
And trembled between hope and fear,
The Saviour suddenly drew near:
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So, seen by Faith's unclouded eye,
May Jesus to ourselves draw nigh!
And may to us our heavenly Lord,
Opening his everlasting word,
“The promise of the Father give,
And bid us go—believe and live!
 

Here I had interposed:—

“Behold, he brake and blessed the bread;
And doubt from every bosom fled!”

but in this (to use a pictorial phrase) there would be a want of keeping.

In Charles's days, the Puritans prohibited servants and children from walking in the fields on the sabbath-day. Here, also, we follow them up, pretty closely. Some of my brethren, who pretend to dislike them, tread upon their heels.

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