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Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.)

By William Barnes
Barnes, William (1801-1886)
  
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ERWIN AND LINDA.
  
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MRS. FANNY'S TALE.
  
MR. JOHN'S TALE.
  
MR. ROBERT'S TALE.
  
LUCY LEE.
  
MRS. MARY'S TALE.
  
MRS. ANNE'S TALE.
  
MR. WILLIAM'S TALE.
  
MISS JANE'S TALE.
  
ERWIN'S SONG.
  
CONCLUSION.
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MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.
 I. 
SONNET I. RURAL NATURE.
 II. 
SONNET II. RURAL NATURE.
  
NATURE.
 III. 
SONNET III. TO THE WIND.
 IV. 
SONNET IV. TO THE MOON.
  
EASTER BELLS.
  
THE BIRD-BOY'S DINNER TOKEN.
  
RUSTIC CHILDHOOD.
  
THE WOODLAND HOME.
 V. 
SONNET V. LEAVES.
 VI. 
SONNET VI. RURAL SECLUSION.
 VII. 
SONNET VII. EVENING DREAMS.
 VIII. 
SONNET VIII. A SUMMER NIGHT.
  
JANE OF BUCKLEY-HILL.
 IX. 
SONNET IX. MOURNING.
  
WOODCOMBE WAKE.
  
THE “HOME-GROUND.”
  
THE ELM IN HOME-GROUND.
 X. 
SONNET X. THE WITHERED TREE.
  
THE NIGHT-AIR.
 XI. 
SONNET XI.
  
WHITBURN'S GREEN AND WHITE.
  
MOONLIGHT.
  
“HOW SWEET'S THE LOVE THAT MEETS RETURN.”
  
DAY DREAMS.
  
THE EEGRASS.
  
THE LANE.
  
AUTUMN.
  
A WINTER NIGHT.
  
THE HOLLY TREE.
  
MOSS.
 XII. 
SONNET XII. TO DEAD FRIENDS.
 XIII. 
SONNET XIII. HAPPY DREAMS.
  
BURNCOMBE HOLLOW.
  
THE MAID THAT I HAVE WON.
 XIV. 
SONNET XIV. THE STORM.
  
MARY COMES NOT TO THE TREE.
  
THE BONNET IN THE WATER.
  
ROSE OF FARRANCOOMBE.
  
MEMORY'S STORES.
 XV. 
SONNET XV. TO MY MOTHER'S SPIRIT.
  
OLD FASHIONS.
 XVI. 
SONNET XVI. ON SEEING SOME VERY OLD FAMILY PORTRAITS IN AN ANCIENT MANSION.
 XVII. 
SONNET XVII. THE DESERTED MANSION.
 XVIII. 
SONNET XVIII. GRECIAN MAIDS.
 XIX. 
SONNET XIX. TO SCENES OF IMAGINATION.
 XX. 
SONNET XX. TO PEACE.
 XXI. 
SONNET XXI. A GARDEN.
 XXII. 
SONNET XXII. TO A GARDEN.—ON LEAVING IT.
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SONNET XXIII. TO AMANDA.
 XXIV. 
SONNET XXIV.
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SONNET XXV. THE PAST.
 XXVI. 
SONNET XXVI. THE FUTURE.
 XXVII. 
SONNET XXVII. HUMAN LIFE.
 XXVIII. 
SONNET XXVIII. TO A LOST CHILD.
 XXIX. 
SONNET XXIX. THE TRIAL.
  
THE TRIAL PAST.
  
LEARNING.
 XXX. 
SONNET XXX. TO THE HON. MRS. NORTON, THE POETESS, ON MEETING HER AT FRAMPTON HOUSE.
  
ATHELHAMTON HOUSE.
 XXXI. 
SONNET XXXI. ARCHITECTURE.
  
THE HINES OF BURNLEY.
  
HALLOWED NAMES.

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THE MAID THAT I HAVE WON.

The winning maid that I have won
Of womankind's the very sun,
That in her dazzling day-light hides
The duller maids I know besides,
Like twinkling stars all wan and weak
That wane from morning's golden streak.
Her soul's as pure's the lofty light
The lark sings in at greatest height;
Her love's as true as low-cast shades
To lofty suns above the glades;
And she is to be woo'd and won
By one alone below the sun;
And God has met my heart to make
A maid so fair for my poor sake,
And did not either bring her on
For eyes of generations gone,
Or leave her longer back, to shine
In later days than these of mine,
But rais'd her ripening now to be
So rich a prize alone for me.
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