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Nugae Modernae

Morning thoughts, and midnight musings: consisting of casual reflections, egotisms, &c. In prose and verse. By Thomas Park

Park, Thomas (1759-1834)

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EPITAPH FOR A BABE.

CONTENTMENT VINDICATED, AND SPLEEN REPELLED.

AN APOLOGY FOR MY GARDEN .

ON QUITTING A COTTAGE RESIDENCE.

THE FILBERD-TREE.

TO E. W. AUTHOR OF “THE VILLAGE SUNDAY:”

TO MARIA-HESTER.

THE BROAD AND NARROW WAY CONTRASTED.

A MIDNIGHT MUSING.

WRITTEN IN MY “COMPANION TO THE ALTAR.”

TO THE AUTHOR OF “THE SABBATH,” AND OTHER CONTEMPLATIVE POEMS.

WRITTEN ON THE PIER-HEAD AT DOVER, AFTER A VISIT TO DENTON-COURT, THE SEAT OF SIR EGERTON BRYDGES, BART.

ON READING THE POEMS OF HURDIS, AFTER A PERUSAL OF SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS'S ACADEMIC DISCOURSE ON GAINSBOROUGH.

LINES WRITTEN WHILE THE SUBJECT OF THEM WAS TAKING AN AFTERNOON NAP IN HER ELBOW-CHAIR.

SOMNIUM JUCUNDISSIMUM.

A WALKING RUMINATION.

TO THE POET LAUREATE, AFTER READING HIS EPIC ENTITLED “MADOC.”

TO THE REV. HAY DRUMMOND,

INSCRIPTION FOR AN IVY BOWER.

TO EDWARD, LORD THURLOW,

TO MARIA-HESTER.

ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF BISHOP THOMAS, WHILE AT TUNBRIDGE-WELLS, IN KENT.

OCCASIONED BY THE POEMS OF DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN, First printed in 1616.

TO C.-C. P. WITH BISHOP WILSON'S “SACRA PRIVATA.”

PHANTASMA.

[Such feeling prompts a passing culogy]

ON PUTTING A FAMILY RING UPON MY FINGER, WITH THE MOTTO “MEMENTO MORI.”

OBLOQUY INVITABLE.

SPIRITUAL ASPIRATION.

TO MR. MESSER, ON THE LOSS OF HIS SON ISAAC.

A MIDNIGHT MUSING.

TO MISS P. ON HER REMOVAL FROM HAMPSTEAD.

TO MISS D. ON RETURNING SOME COMMENDATORY VERSES, WHICH EXPRESSED A WISH THAT THE OBJECT OF HER CHOICE MIGHT BE HEAVEN-CHOSEN.

TO MR. B. WHEN HIS WIFE WAS INCAPABLE OF TAKING NOURISHMENT AFTER HAVING RECEIVED THE LORD'S SUPPER.

THE DEATH-SONG OF A CHRISTIAN.

TO A PIOUS YOUNG FRIEND.

ALLODIUM SEPULCHRALE: OR, THE POET'S LANDED PROPERTY.

GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO.

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PHANTASMA.

“I sleep, but my heart waketh.”
Sol. Song.

Her widow'd pillow as I press'd this morn,
My darling Wife was shown in dream to me,
Veil'd in a robe of saintly dignity:—
Her face I saw not, but I view'd her form,
And, bending to the earth, with transport warm
Clung to her feet, in silky whiteness clad,
While with sweet tenderness of tone she said—
(More melting sweet than ev'n in life could charm)
“Our love all spiritual now must be!”—
I heard her well-known voice with ecstasy;
Then be it so—(my waking thought replied)
Hence, let us live to Him for us who died,
That both, soul-wedded unto Christ our Lord,
Fruits of the Spirit may bring forth to God!

Vide Rom. vii.4.