Judith, Esther, and other poems

Brooks, Maria Gowen (1794 or 5-1845)

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TO ONE, who had taken laudanum to enliven himself.

HYMN.

MONODY on --- --- lately killed in a duel.

TO --- ---

ADOLPHUS.

STANZAS.

Song of an Indian Mother.

TO Dr. --- ---,

On hearing the praises of Charlotte, the fair departed daughter of Philenia.

Written after passing an evening with E. W. R. A*******, Esq. who has the finest person I ever saw.

On visiting, after an interval of nine years, the beautiful beach which skirts the village of Chelsea.

STANZAS.

TO --- ---.

TO Mrs. --- ---, my beloved and venerated friend.

Written in the pocket-book of Mrs. --- the evening before her departure.

To Mrs. ---, my beloved and venerated friend.

STANZAS.

From the French of C. A. Demoustier.

TO ---

The subject of the following is poor, and condemned to toil for her support; but Nature certainly meant otherwise: seldom, in any station, are seen such beauty and feeling.

THE SQUIRREL.

Written on the margin of the little river St. Charles.

“'TIS MIDNIGHT.”

ROSETTE.

[SONG. The sad sable robe evermore shall adorn me]

[SONG. I wish that all my heart has told]

[SONG. I have no need to ask thee why]

[SONG. How bright those eyes of deepest blue]

[SONG. My own Maria! dearest maid]

[SONG. 'Tis in vain thy hand hath crowned me]

[SONG. When thou see'st the river brighten]

To --- --- enclosing a lock of hair.

TO --- ---.

STANZAS.

ERROL'S DREAM.

On hearing of the death of a beautiful child.

HYMN.

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To Mrs. ---, my beloved and venerated friend.

Earth her snowy vest uncloses,
Spring advances soft and fair,
Coronet of opening roses,
Blushing in her sunny hair.

Dimpled loves around her flying,
Sweets to every blossom bring,
Zephyr hovers o'er, and sighing,
Soothes her with his purple wing,

But my heart ungrateful beating,
Heedless of the hopeful year,
Wastes its fervour in repeating
All that's distant, all that's dear.

Still contentless, wishing, burning,
Loving what it may not share,
Every vernal breath returning,
New regret awakens there.

But unbidden thoughts are pressing
Which thine image should efface—
Lady, Oh! in thought caressing,
Meet once more my sad embrace.

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To Mrs. ---, my beloved and venerated friend.