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Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood
Osgood, Frances Sargent Locke (1811-1850)
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POEMS
[Love! no more, with soul of fire]
TO THE SPIRIT OF POETRY.
ERMENGARDE'S AWAKENING.
EURYDICE.
UPBRAID ME NOT.
VICTORIA,
A FLIGHT OF FANCY.
THE COCOA-NUT TREE.
THE BABY AND THE BREEZE.
LABORARE EST ORARE.
PURITY'S PEARL;
FRAGMENTS OF AN UNFINISHED STORY.
ADDRESS,
THE INDIAN MAID'S REPLY TO THE MISSIONARY.
WOMAN.
TO A CHILD PLAYING WITH A WATCH.
TO ---.
A REMEMBRANCE.
THE MAGIC PRISM.
THE CID.
FIRST AFFECTION.
A DREAM.
LULIN; OR, THE DIAMOND FAY.
THE STATUE TO PYGMALION.
IDA TO ERNEST.
THE FAN.
NO!
ONE RADIANT EVE.
CALUMNY.
TO S. S. OSGOOD.
THE FLOWERS AND GEMS OF GENIUS.
FORGIVE AND FORGET.
A FAREWELL TO A HAPPY DAY.
THANK GOD, I GLORY IN THY LOVE!
HAD WE BUT MET.
THE FOLDED FLOWER.
BELIEVE ME, 'TIS NO PANG.
“WE PART FOR EVER!”
FAREWELL.
ALONE.
TO SLEEP.
A WEED.
TO ---.
OH! BEAUTIFUL ART THOU.
NEW ENGLAND.
NEW ENGLAND'S MOUNTAIN-CHILD.
THE EXILE'S LAMENT.
ON PARTING FOR A TIME WITH AN INFANT'S PORTRAIT.
FANNY'S FIRST SMILE.
ELLEN LEARNING TO WALK.
CONTENTMENT.
“WEARY OF YOU!”
THE STARLIGHT AND MUSIC OF HOME.
TO MY MOTHER.
TO A DEAR SISTER.
TO A MAIDEN IN DOUBT.
TO MARY.
TO MRS. O.
TO AMELIA WELBY.
TO SIBYL.
TO SARAH,
TO LITTLE MAY VINCENT.
TO MY PEN.
TO A SLANDERED POETESS.
TO AN IDEA THAT WOULDN'T “COME.”
ON SIVORI'S VIOLIN.
WHAT CAN BE THE MATTER?
VENUS AND THE MODERN BELLE.
A REMONSTRANCE.
IMPROMPTU, TO ---.
OLD FRIENDS.
“THE HOURS AWAKING THE MORNING.”
THE LANGUAGE OF GEMS.
GOLDEN RULES IN RHYME.
MARION'S SONG IN THE SCHOOL-ROOM.
BEAUTY'S PRAYER.
I DEARLY LOVE A CHANGING CHEEK.
TO A TRIFLER.
THE LOVE MY HEART ACCORDED YOU.
CAPRICE.
A DANCING GIRL.
IMPROMPTU AT SEA.
THE POET'S REPLY TO UNDESERVED PRAISE.
UNDINE TO ---.
OH! HASTEN TO MY SIDE.
THE GENTLE WORD.
JE VEILLE SUR TOI, MA MÈRE!
SACRED POEMS.
BALLADS AND TALES.
FLORAL FANCIES.
SONGS.
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Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood
FORGIVE AND FORGET.
“
Forgive
—forget! I own the wrong!”
You fondly sigh'd when last I met you;
The task is neither hard nor long—
I
do
forgive—I
will
forget you!
Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood
