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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 XX. WRITTEN IN SPRING.

Again gay Spring the rustic calls to love,
And spreads her flow'ry mantle o'er the grove;
The soaring lark again salutes the morn,
And sings to Phœbus oft a cheerful strain;
At eve the ploughman views his rising corn,
And hears soft music echo o'er the plain:
But, ah! gay Spring removes not keen Despair,
Nor soothes the wretched bosom fraught with care!
Whether I seek the thick embow'ring shade,
Or thro' the dasied meadow bend my way,
I court in vain the joys Hope once pourtray'd—
Her fairest blossoms bloom but to decay:
Tir'd Fancy now a gloomy picture draws,
And Sadness round my head her faded garland throws.