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The lost pleiad ; and other poems

Chivers, T. H. (1809-1858)

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THE LOST PLEIAD:

TO MY MOTHER IN HEAVEN.

THE ORPHAN'S PRAYER.

THE WIFE'S LAMENT FOR HER HUSBAND LOST AT SEA.

TO ONE IN HEAVEN.

THE GEORGIAN CAPTIVE.

APOSTROPHE TO TIME.

TO ALLEGRA FLORENCE IN HEAVEN.

THE SOUL'S DESTINY.

TO MY FIRST-BORN IN HEAVEN.

ON THE DEATH OF MY FIRST-BORN.

LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

THE HEAVENLY VISION.

TO SHAKSPEARE DYING.

MY SOUL'S JEWEL.

THE SALUTATION.

SONNET.—TO ISA SLEEPING.

SONNET.—THE HUSBAND'S REQUEST.

SONNET.—ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

THE POET'S LOVE OF FAME.

SONNET.—MY MOTHER'S LOVE.

SONNET.—DEATH.

THE PARTING APPEAL.

AWAKE FROM THY SLUMBERS.

THE VOICE OF MY DELIGHT.

THE DYING POET.

SONG TO ISA IN HEAVEN.

SONNET.—MEMORY.

SONNET.—THE DYING HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE.

TO ALLEGRA FLORENCE.

THE VOICELESS EARTH.

SONNET.—ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

SONNET.—THE GRAVE.

THE CONFESSIONAL.

OH, BREAK THE HARP!

THE EVENING LAND.

ON HEARING VON WEBER'S LAST WALTZ.

THE MOTHER'S LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD.

GOD DWELLS IN LIGHT.

ON HEARING A LADY SING.

TO MARION IN HEAVEN.

TO A LADY SINGING.

THE SERENADER'S SONG.

SONG TO A FALSE ONE.

THE POETRY OF LOVE, JOY, AND GRIEF.

TO A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE GIRL.

SONG TO SPRING.

THE DEATH OF JEFFERSON.

THE INVOCATION.

A LONGING TO KNOW.

THE CHERISHED FLOWER.

TO ONE FAR AWAY.

THE SPIRIT'S YEARNINGS.

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SONNET.—ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

“My world is dead.”—
Young.

As when Oblivion's gate, flung open wide,
Lets in the deluge of the night on day,
Till earth is drowned beneath the ebon tide,
And sunlight from the world is swept away;
So came her death upon my soul that hour!
Till all that was most bright to me before,
Was now imbued with that all-nameless Power
Which said, in silence, We should meet no more!
But on Death's ebon portal there is written,
He who hath by the world been made to mourn,
Or, by the snake of Envy hath been bitten,
Shall, from these confines, never more return;
But, for the sorrows that once pained his breast,
He shall, with Angels, find eternal rest.

Philadelphia, April 1st, 1838.