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Poems

by T. Westwood
Westwood, T. (1814?-1888)

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THE DEATH OF THE FIRST-BORN.
  
CREATION'S HYMN OF PRAISE.
  
INVOCATION.
  
STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A LADY WHO AFFECTED A DISLIKE FOR POETRY.
  
THE LONELY HEART.
  
THE VOICE OF WINTER,
  
MAN'S DESTINY.
  
THE PRAYER OF THE CAPTIVE.
  
LIFE AND ETERNITY.
  
THE SISTER'S FAREWELL.
  
THE MINSTREL'S LAMENT.
  
SONNET.
  
FRAGMENT.
  
INTRODUCTION TO AN ALBUM.
  
WOMAN.
  
SONNET.
  
COME, OH COME!
  
THE SPANISH KNIGHT'S FAREWELL.
  
LINES SUGGESTED BY A PORTRAIT.
  
SONNET.
  
AWAY, MAIDEN, AWAY!
  
THE UNION OF PAINTING WITH POETRY.
  
SONNET.
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PENSEES.
  
THE SUFFERINGS OF THE GOOD.
  
FAIRY GRATITUDE.
  
ETERNITY DEFINED
  
A SIMILE.
  
PARALLELS.
  
[The infinite sands upon the ocean shore—]
  
THE TWO THRONES.
  
HOPE AND TRUTH.
  
LIGHT THE REVELATION OF DEITY.
  
THE RARE MIRROR.
  
TIME.
  
ANGELS' TEARS.
  
SING, LADY, SING!
  
DREAMS.
  
EPIGRAM FROM THE FRENCH OF PIRON.
  
THE VICTOR'S DIRGE.
  
AN EXPOSTULATION TO SUMMER ON HER PREMATURE DEPARTURE.
  
THE CALL TO ARMS.
  
THEMES OF SADNESS.
  
LINES TO A FRIEND.
  
TIME.
  
NATURE'S EVIDENCE.
  
THE EXILE'S SORROW.
  
SONNET.
  
DIRGE.
  
THE OFFERING.
  
MUSIC.
  
LINES TO ---
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THOUGHTS ON FLOWERS.
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SONGS.
  
THE RETURN OF THE SWISS CRUSADERS.
  
SONNET.
  
FRAGMENT.
  
SONNET.
  
CUPID AND THE BEE.
  
INVOCATION.
  
THE EXILE'S FAREWELL.
  
EPITAPH FROM THE FRENCH OF PIRON.
  
LINES SUGGESTED BY A DRAWING OF TURNBERRY CASTLE.
  
PAST AND PRESENT.
  
BATTLE PRAYER.
  
A SONG OF SPRING.
  
LAST WORDS.
  
TO ---
  
STANZAS.
  
“I MAY NOT LINGER HERE.”
  
TO MARGARET.
  
PRAYER.
  
THE EMIGRANT'S BRIDE.
  
SONG OF TRIUMPH.

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FAIRY GRATITUDE.

Dew-drops are fairy coin,—Dost see, my child,
Yon drooping hare-bell with its slender stem
Glittering so brightly? Yester-eve be sure
A fairy slept within its folded leaves,
And left, for payment of its night's repose,
Yon sparkling fret-work on the purple dome
That shelter'd it.
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