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Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879

By J. R. Planché

Planché, J. R. (1796-1880)

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I.

STANZAS TO A BROKEN LUTE.

STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

TO------, WITH A RING.

TO THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.

VENETIAN MELODY.

LINES ON PASSING THROUGH FRANCE.

VULCAN AND HYMEN.

IRISH MELODY. No. 1.

IRISH MELODY. No. 2.

IRISH MELODY. No. 3.

IRISH MELODY. No. 4.

IRISH MELODY. No. 5.

ON THE DEATH OF MRS. ---

OLD ENGLISH MELODY.

TO J--- H---, ESQ., ON HIS MARRIAGE.

TO MY WIFE AFTER AN ILLNESS.

“THERE WAS A TIME.”

OH! NOT BY THE RIVER.

FROM THE FRENCH.

FROM THE PORTUGUESE OF CACCEORUS.

ASK YE WHERE MY HOME?

SOUVENIR OF MOUNT EDGECUMBE.

ON HEARING A LADY SING “LOVE IS PASSING.”

ON LEAVING PENCARROW.

“POVERTY PARTS GOOD COMPANY.”

THE FLOWERS OF TOWTON FIELD.

PROLOGUE TO THE “FORTY THIEVES.”

PROLOGUE TO “VALENTINE AND ORSON.”

SONG FROM “BABIL AND BIJOU.”

WOMAN.

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.

“WITH WOMAN AS WITH OTHER GAME.”

“WHEREFORE NOT BEING SAD.”

OH! YE LORDS OF THE CREATION!

LINES ON THE DEATH OF CARL MARIA VON WEBER.

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II.

SOME OLD READINGS OF OLD NURSERY RHYMES.

TO SYDNEY HALL, ESQ.

A CHRISTMAS GREETING.

“THE MAGPIE” TO “THE MAID.”

A WORD IN SEASON.

UNSUPPORTED SUPPORTERS.

A LITERARY SQUABBLE.

JOHN BROWN'S ANSWER

MADAME VESTRIS'S ANSWER TO THE ALPHABET.

INTRODUCTION TO “MIRTH.”

NOTES OF AN OLD MOCKING-BIRD.

THE STORY OF ARIADNE.

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WOMAN.

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FROM “THE FOLLIES OF A NIGHT.”

Oh woman, sweet woman, our blessing! our bane!
What will we not peril thy smiles to obtain?
Health, honour, dominion, and glory we prize,
But as baubles to dazzle of beauty the eyes!
Lured on by their lustre we count not the cost,
So woman be won, what's the world we have lost!

Oh, but for the flames at love's altar they caught,
What bard would have sung, or what soldier have fought!
How barren the conquest, how poor the renown!
Had woman be wanting the victor to crown,
Had love ne'er existed, my fine Madam Fame,
The millions that seek thee had ne'er known thy name.