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Poems on various subjects

By R. Anderson

Anderson, R. (1770-1833)

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I.

SONNET I. TO J. C. CURWEN, ESQ. M. P.

II.

SONNET II. TO THE LARK.

III.

SONNET III. TO AN AGED PARENT, ON SEEING HIM SHED TEARS.

IV.

SONNET IV. WRITTEN IN WINTER.

V.

SONNET V. TO A ROSE IN ELIZA'S BOSOM.

VI.

SONNET VI. TO A YOUNG LADY, WITH SOME SONGS IN MANUSCRIPT.

VII.

SONNET VII. EVENING.

VIII.

SONNET VIII. TO JOHN HORNE TOOKE, ESQ.

IX.

SONNET IX. TO THE RIVER EDEN.

X.

SONNET X. TO A REDBREAST, WHICH VISITED THE AUTHOR DAILY FOR SOME MONTHS.

XI.

SONNET XI. TO THE SAME.

XII.

SONNET XII. TO A YOUNG LADY LABOURING UNDER A SEVERE ILLNESS.

XIII.

SONNET XIII. TO A POOR BOY.

XIV.

SONNET XIV. TO ELIZA.

XV.

SONNET XV. TO A PRETENDED FRIEND.

XVI.

SONNET XVI. NIGHT.

XVII.

SONNET XVII. TO THE RIVER CALDEW.

XVIII.

SONNET XVIII. TO MR. ROBERT CARLILE.

XIX.

SONNET XIX. TO ELIZA.

XX.

SONNET XX. WRITTEN IN SPRING.

XXI.

SONNET XXI. TO AN UNFORTUNATE FEMALE.

XXII.

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SONNET IV. WRITTEN IN WINTER.

Chill blows the raging blast across the plain,
And sickly Phœbus scarce a ray sends forth;
Keen Winter now steals from the angry north,
And from the meadow drives the shepherd swain,
Who, tempest-beaten, in his snow-clad cot,
Listens with horror to the howling wind;
Yet calm Contentment cheers his humble lot—
Contentment known but to the virtuous mind.
Tho' now no flow'rets deck yon brambl'd glade,
Where sweet the blackbird sung his evening lay;
Tho' leafless now the oak that form'd a shade
To rustic lovers at the close of day;
Yet Winter's angry howl and dark'ning gloom
Sad Sorrow soothes more than gay Summer's bloom.