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Poems

By Edward Quillinan. With a Memoir by William Johnston

Quillinan, Edward (1791-1851)

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WILD-FLOWERS OF WESTMORELAND.

A FLOWER OF FAIRFIELD.

THE HELIOTROPE AND THE SNOWDROP.

THE NIGHT-SCENTED STOCK.

THE BIRCH OF SILVER-HOW.

CHESNUT TREES NEAR BRAGA.

THE CANARY GOLDFINCH.

RYDAL-BECK, WESTMORELAND.

DALEGARTH FORCE.

A MOST RICH AND PERFECTLY DEFINED RAINBOW ON THE OCEAN.

A PARTING BENISON TO THE MEDEA STEAMSHIP.

ON A PORTRAIT BY COMERFORD.

“WHAT HAVE YOU SEEN IN WICKLOW?”

TO MRS. HARRISON,

TO A YOUNG LADY, WHO RESIDED BETWEEN THE RIVERS LEE AND BRIDE, NEAR CORK.

LINES TO MRS. DUNLOP, FOR ROTHA.

TO MISS ------.

TO MARY, DANCING.

MAY LUTTRELL.

TO A LADY OF SUPERCILIOUS AIR.

LEE PRIORY, IN MAY.

WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF EDITH MAY SOUTHEY, WHO FORBADE COMPLIMENT.

IN A LADY'S ALBUM.

IN THE ALBUM OF MARGARET ---

SONG.—AMBLESIDE VALE.

SONG ALTERED FROM MOORE.

LOW WOOD, WINANDERMERE.

NEPTUNE AND MEDUSA.

STANZAS. IN ALLUSION TO SOME WORLDLY ADVICE IN CLEVER VERSE BY A LADY TO HER YOUNGER FRIEND, THE FOLLOWING WAS WRITTEN:—

“HIC JACET MALLEUS SCOTORUM.”

ADDRESS TO A PONY.

ON THE REPORTED VISIT OF QUEEN ADELAIDE TO WORDSWORTH.

MORALS FROM THE STARS.

INTERIOR OF CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL, AS SEEN BY MOONLIGHT, SEPTEMBER 30, 1841.

VERY UNFINISHED VERSES SUGGESTED BY THE SERRA OF GERÉS.

“N'EVEILLEZ PAS LE CHAT QUI DORT.”

THE ROSE-WREATHED HOUR-GLASS.

THE OLD MAN AND HIS DAUGHTERS.

AGNES OF HOLMGARD.

THE LEGEND OF SAINT MEINRAD.

DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MOOR OF GRANADA AND HIS SPANISH PRISONER.

THE DUKE OF ALBA.

THE GROVES OF ENTRE QUINTAS.

EPITAPH ON COLONEL GEORGE HOLMES, C.B.

EPITAPH ON J. K. E. HOLMES.

FUNERAL OF ROBERT SOUTHEY.

ELEGY ON G. M. B.

ELEGY ON E. W. G. B.

ELEGY ON THE SAME, WRITTEN TWELVE YEARS LATER.

ELEGY ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DIED AT TORQUAY, FEB. 2, 1833.

TO THE CITY OF FLORENCE.

LINES COMPOSED IN THE ENGLISH BURIAL-GROUND AT OPORTO.

DIALOGUE WITH THE DEPARTING SPIRIT OF A FRIEND'S CHILD.

A DREAM OF DEATH AT SEA.

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MAY LUTTRELL.

A Christmas Day on Biscay's Bay
Is sorry cheer, May Luttrell!
A roaring breeze and raging seas
Are music drear, May Luttrell!

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Our moaning bark like Noah's ark
Is all alone, May Luttrell!
The waste of surge to Ocean's verge
Seems all our own, May Luttrell!
Skies, sea, and wind were fair and kind
But yesterday, May Luttrell!
But now astray they force our way
On Biscay's Bay, May Luttrell!
The sea and wind are like thy mind,
A fickle pair, May Luttrell!
The changing skies are like thine eyes,
So false and fair, May Luttrell!

Within Oporto's orange shades
And citron bowers, May Luttrell,
Are maids of beauty dark, and maids
As fair as flowers, May Luttrell!
And one there is above them all
With charms endow'd, May Luttrell!
A maiden dark and pale and tall,
Of spirit proud, May Luttrell!
Her eyes are as the lightning bright
In arrowy freaks, May Luttrell!

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Enkindling blushes with their light
On her own cheeks, May Luttrell!
And then the magic of her smile,
That smile of smiles, May Luttrell!
Which still invites and still delights
And still beguiles, May Luttrell!

Though far away from sunny shores
And sunnier eyes, May Luttrell!
I toss where angry ocean roars
To blackening skies, May Luttrell!
That stately form, with all its warm
Array of grace, May Luttrell!
Before me glitters through the storm!
I see her face, May Luttrell!
But mark, the gale has ceased to rail;
The wind has veer'd, May Luttrell!
Our bark so gay now knows her way,
Northeastward steer'd, May Luttrell!
I fill the glass, a health to pass
Though far at sea, May Luttrell!
A health to Porto's fairest lass;—
And that's to Thee, May Luttrell!