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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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PARIS IN 1815.
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PART II.
  
THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS.
  
ON THE BUST OF THE LATE QUEEN OF PRUSSIA, IN THE KING'S CHAMBER AT BERLIN, 1812.
  
NOON.
  
THE PEN.
  
THE POET'S HOUR.
  
CZERNI GEORGE.
  
THE ANGEL OF THE WORLD.
  
ON THE GRAVE OF MAJOR SCHILL,
  
ON THE DEATH OF ORPHEUS.
  
SANDT, THE MURDERER.
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GEMS, FROM THE ANTIQUE;
  
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE CASKET, CONTAINING A RING.
  
THE BATTLE SONG.
  
DEATH.
  
THE MAGIC LAMP.
  
NELSON'S PILLAR, AT YARMOUTH.
  
THE INDIAN GIRL AND SERPENT.
  
A SKETCH FROM LIFE.
  
ON A GRAVE AT WATERLOO.
  
ON A PORTRAIT, BY MASQUERIER, OF A LADY STANDING BEFORE A GLASS.
  
INSCRIPTION ON AN URN.
  
SEGUIDILLA.
  
NAPOLEON. 1820.
  
THE WINTER'S EVENING.
  
AN ÆSTUARY.
  
MIDNIGHT.
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It was a dreary time; that deep midnight,
Which saw those warriors to their chargers spring,
And, sadly gathering by the torch's light,
Draw up their squadrons round their ruin'd king:
Then, through the streets, long, silent, slumbering,
Move like some secret noble funeral:
Each forced in turn to feel his bosom wring,
As in the gleam shone out his own proud hall,
His own no more;—no more!—he had abandon'd all!
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