University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
Poems (1806)

Polwhele, Richard (1760-1838)

collapse section1. 
VOL. I
collapse section 
Elegiac Pieces.
  
TO A GENTLEMAN, WHO SHED TEARS IN COMPANY ON THE INTELLIGENCE THAT A FRIEND HAD DIED AT SEA OF A FRENZY FEVER.
  
LAURA's RINGLET.
  
IN MEMORY OF THE LATE Mr. RACK, OF BATH.
  
IN MEMORY OF THE LATE Mr. SLEECH, ARCHDEACON OF CORNWALL.
  
IN MEMORY OF THE LATE Mrs. DOBSON, OF EXETER.
collapse sectionII. 
VOL. II.
collapse section 
LYRIC PIECES.
  
ODE TO SLEEP,
  
ODE ON THE ISLE OF MANN,
  
ODE WRITTEN AFTER A THUNDER-STORM.
  
ODE WRITTEN IN A PICTURE-GALLERY.
  
PART OF THE EPICEDIUM OF REGNER LODBROG, TRANSLATED.
  
ODE ON THE SUSCEPTIBILITY OF THE POETICAL MIND.
collapse section 
HEROIC PIECES.
collapse section 
CLAUDIAN's RAPE of PROSERPINE.
 1. 
BOOK THE FIRST.
 2. 
BOOK THE SECOND.
collapse section 
ADDRESSES.
  
AN ADDRESS, INTRODUCTORY OF Mrs. SIDDONS,
  
AN ADDRESS, SPOKEN BY Mrs. SIDDONS,
  
A POETICAL ADDRESS TO A WIDOW LADY, OVER A DISH OF TEA IN HER HERMITAGE.
collapse section 
SONNETS.
 I. 
SONNET I.
 II. 
SONNET II.
 III. 
SONNET III.
 IV. 
SONNET IV.
 V. 
SONNET V.
 VI. 
SONNET VI.
 VII. 
SONNET VII. TO A YOUNG LADY, ON HER WEARING A VEIL,
 VIII. 
SONNET VIII. TO A COLLEGE FRIEND; ON HIS EXPRESSING HIS APPREHENSIONS, THAT THE AUTHOR HAD FORGOTTEN HIM.
 X. 
SONNET X. TO THE SAME. [A COLLEGE FRIEND]
 XI. 
SONNET XI. TO THE SAME. [A COLLEGE FRIEND]
collapse section 
SONGS.
 I. 
SONG I.
 II. 
SONG II.
 III. 
SONG III. THE BLUSH OF SIMPLICITY.
 IV. 
SONG IV. THE FAINTING KISS.
 V. 
SONG V.
 VI. 
SONG VI.
 VIII. 
SONG VIII. To Miss S*****.
collapse section 
EPITAPHS.
  
ON THOMAS POLWHELE, Esq; LATE OF POLWHELE, BY THE REVEREND J. B. C. OF GLYNN.
  
ON TWO CHILDREN OF R. POLWHELE, BURIED IN THE SAME GRAVE,
  
LINES TO THE MEMORY OF BRIGADIER GENERAL HOPE, GOVERNOR OF QUEBEC,

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section Poems (1806)
next section

SONG I.

[The sighs that from her bosom part]

The sighs that from her bosom part,
Wafted by gentle Pity, shew
Louisa's warm and feeling heart,
That trembles to the touch of woe.
Oft as her charming sorrows heave,
I melt in kindred sympathy:
Yet, though, to pleasure lost, I grieve,
Louisa hath no tear for me.
The tender tale hath Edward told,
And bade the fond emotion rise—
Alas! that heart is only cold,
Is only cold—when Edward sighs!
P.
previous section Poems (1806)
next section