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Poems by the late Hon. William R. Spencer

A New Edition with Corrections and Additions; To Which is Prefixed A Biographical Memoir by the Editor
Spencer, William Robert (1769-1834)

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POEMS.
 
DEDICATION TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY.
 
[Ere yet with manhood's vain desire]
 
THE YEAR OF SORROW.
 
CHORUS FROM THE IPHIGENIA IN AULIS OF EURIPIDES. WRITTEN AT HARROW SCHOOL, IN THE YEAR 1784.
 
EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS HARRIET JENISON, MAID OF HONOUR TO LOUISA, LANDGRAVINE OF HESSE DARMSTADT.
 
THE BLUSH.
 
THE VISIONARY.
 
THE NURSING OF TRUE LOVE.
 
ANSWER TO A LADY'S VERSES ON “TO-MORROW.”
 
ORIGIN OF A PEN.
 
EPITAPH ON MISS SPENCER,
 
BETH GÊLERT,
 
TO THE MARCHIONESS OF DOUGLAS AND CLYDESDALE.
 
PROLOGUE TO “THE GRAVE:”
 
TO A BUTTERFLY,
 
PROLOGUE TO THE WYNSTAY MASQUERADE,
 
SONG.
 
TO MISS ---.
 
SYBILLINE VERSES,
 
INVITATION TO KENSINGTON GARDENS.
 
LOVE OUT OF PLACE.
 
TO ---.
 
TO GEORGE R. CHINNERY, ESQ.
 
THE EMIGRANT'S GRAVE.
 
TO THE HON. MISS CREWE (NOW MRS. CUNLIFFE),
 
GOOD-BYE, AND HOW-D'YE-DO.
 
TO MY GRAMMATICAL NIECE.
 
TO A YOUNG POETESS.
 
TO THE VISCOUNTESS HINCHINBROOK,
 
SONG FROM THE COMEDY OF URANIA.
 
SONG FROM THE SAME.
 
WRITTEN IN A GARDEN.
 
EPITAPH UPON THE YEAR 1806.
 
TO THE LADY ANNE HAMILTON.
 
THANKS TO A LADY
 
TO LADY ---.
 
ON A DYING BAY-TREE.
 
OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE TO LE TEXIER'S PROVERBS.
 
CHRISTMAS CAROL.
 
ON THE SOUNDS PRODUCED BY THE WIND PASSING OVER THE STRINGS OF A PEDAL HARP IN A GARDEN.
 
PARTING SONG.
 
ON READING MILTON WITH A YOUNG LADY.
 
TO ---.
 
ON A LADY'S BIRTHDAY,
 
ADDRESSED TO LADY SUSAN FINCASTLE,
 
FROM SISTER DOLLY IN CASCADIA, TO SISTER TANNY IN SNOWDONIA.
 
TO THOMAS MOORE, ESQ. DECEMBER, 1808.
 
TO MRS. SPENCER,
 
TO THE MEMORY OF EDWARD DONEY,
 
TO SPENCER CAMERON,
 
LINES SENT TO MRS. HANS SOTHEBY, WITH A CAWDLE-CUP.

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LOVE OUT OF PLACE.

I'm a boy of all work, a complete little servant,
Tho' now out of place, like a beggar I rove;
Though in waiting so handy, in duty so fervent,
The Heart (could you think it?) has turn'd away Love!
He pretends to require, growing older and older,
A nurse more expert his chill fits to remove;
But sure ev'ry Heart will grow colder and colder
Whose fires are not lighted and fuel'd by Love!
He fancies that Friendship, my puritan brother,
In journies and visits more useful will prove;
But the Heart will soon find, when it calls on another,
That no Heart is at home to a Heart without Love.
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He thinks his new porter, grim featur'd Suspicion,
Will Falsehood and Pain from his mansion remove;
But Pleasure and Truth will ne'er ask for admission
If the doors of the Heart be not open'd by Love!
Too late he will own, at his folly confounded,
My skill at a feast was all praises above;
For the Heart, though with sweets in profusion surrounded,
Must starve at a banquet unseason'd by Love!
The Heart will soon find all his influence falter,
By me, by me only that influence throve;
With the change of his household his nature will alter,
That Heart is no Heart which can live without Love!
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