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Julia Alpinula

With The Captive of Stamboul and Other Poems. By J. H. Wiffen
Wiffen, Jeremiah Holmes (1792-1836)
  
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TO ALARIC A WATTS, ESQ
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THE CAPTIVE OF STAMBOUL
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POEMS.
  
THE RUSSELL
  
LINES Written on a blank leaf of the “Pleasures of Hope.”
  
LINES Written beneath a Miniature in the possession of a Friend.
  
THE LEGEND OF THE STATUE.
  
To—
  
AFTER THE SPANISH.
  
“Et longum, formose, vale! vale! inquit Iola.”—Virgil.
  
I took the Harp.
  
Written in an Album.
  
Sonnet to W. Wordsworth, Esq.
  
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Taliessin.
  
The Cascade on Raven Crag, near Lake Coniston.
  
Newstead Abbey.

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IX.

Bright in the bosom of the west,
There shines a track in the stormy skies;—
Is it the wan moon's wasting crest,
Which sheds one luminous smile and flies!—
Its momentary lustre lies,
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With lapse of shadow, on the main,
But flashes through her glimmering grate,
On each memorial of her fate,—
Portal and pillow, bar and chain,—
And shows a cedarn lute, uphung
Ere the beam was in its wane,
O'er which the fairy-footed winds,
Had walked in tenderness, and flung
The all unearthly strain
Which came, which often comes to gentle minds,
Who eye the brightness of that star which binds
Our life with beauty in a magic link
With each fresh ray which thence our spirits drink.
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