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Harvest-Home (1805)

(1749-1814)

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SUPPLEMENTARY GLEANINGS. HAMPSHIRE STATION.

VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF JOSEPH WARTON, D. D. LATE HEAD MASTER OF WINCHESTER-COLLEGE.

On a distant View of the English Convents of Nuns, at Winchester. Written on the Day of the Hill-Fair, September 12, 1804.

TO Mr. and Mrs. MORREL, WITH FAIRINGS.

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SUPPLEMENTARY GLEANINGS,

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SKETCH OF THE MORAL, PERSONAL, AND DOMESTIC STATE OF THE ARTISANS OF BIRMINGHAM.

To the Memory of David Garrick, Who died in the Year 1779, At the Age of 63.

LINES Written at Stratford-on-Avon.

WARWICK-CASTLE.

[“The Muse, first kneeling at Compassion's shrine]

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III.

PRAYER TO HEALTH:

THE POET'S COTTAGE

VERSES TO MR. JOHN MAVOR, OF WADHAM COLLEGE, OXFORD; WITH A PRESENT OF SOME VIDONIA.

TO THE SAME, WITH A REGULATION SASH, ON HIS ENTERING THE LOYAL WOODSTOCK VOLUNTEERS, AS LIEUTENANT.

TO MR. HENRY MAVOR, ON THE AUTHOR'S WITNESSING THE SIGNATURE OF HIS INDENTURES NOVEMBER 19, 1803.

TO MR. GEORGE MAVOR.

VERSES WRITTEN AFTER SEEING THE PICTURES IN THE EARL OF WARWICK'S COLLECTION, WHILE ON A VISIT AT THE CASTLE.

TO A LADY , WHO CONVERTED A STRAW COTTAGE INTO A CARD-BOX.

THE WOUNDED MIND.

THE COUNSELS OF AFFECTION.

LINES PRESENTED TO THE SAME, WITH THE “BRITISH NEPOS .”

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO Dr. BREE, OF BIRMINGHAM,

THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE.

TO THE SAME, WITH A NEEDLE-CASE, SENT FROM BATH.

QUESTIONS TO CUPID, RESPECTING HENRY HORRIBOW .

TO A BEAUTIFUL SPANIEL,

VERSES, OCCASIONED BY THE LIBERAL OFFER OF A GENTLEMAN AFTER READING “THE POET'S COTTAGE .”

TO MRS. ROBERSON, OF OXFORD.

TO MRS. BILLINGTON:

TO MISS SHARP, ON THE SAME OCCASION.

TO A FRIEND, ON RECEIVING A PAIR OF SPECTACLES.

ADDRESS TO A SPACIOUS HOLLY TREE BELONGING TO MRS. INGRAM, AT WOOLFORD HOUSE, WARWICKSHIRE.

EXTEMPORE, ON HEARING MONSIEUR VON ESCHE'S MARCHE RELIGIEUSE.

SONG. SUNG BY NINE SISTERS ABOUT TO SEPARATE.

THE TWO SOPHIAS;

ON ACCIDENTALLY SEEING A FATHER TAKE LEAVE OF AN ONLY SON.

WRITTEN IN THE EMPTY HOUSE OF A FRIEND, ON THE FAMILY QUITTING TOWN.

TO MR. AND MRS. DROUGHT.

APOLOGY TO A FRIEND,

INVOCATION TO FORTUNE.

TO *******, ESQ.

TO A FRIEND, WITH A SPRIG OF BALM.

TO LADY MOSTYN,

SOPHIA'S ADDRESS TO SORROW.

THE POET's PETITION.

AN ODE, FOR THE CENTENARY OF THE CHARITY-SCHOOL OF ST. JOHN, WAPPING.

THE MODERN HERCULES.

TO MRS. VANCOUVER.

TO MISS VANCOUVER, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A BOUQUET OF WINTER FLOWERS.

STANZAS TO THE NEW MOON.

STANZAS, ON FAVOURABLE WEATHER HAPPENING AFTER THE AUTHOR'S FIRST ADDRESS TO THE NEW MOON.

TO A FRIEND IN AFFLICTION, WITH “THE PLEASURES OF HOPE.”

TO MR. AND MRS. FONBLANQUE; ON THE DEATH OF ONE OF THEIR CHILDREN.

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EXTEMPORE LINES, PRESENTED ON THE MARRIAGE OF A FRIEND: INCLUDING THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR APPEARING IN BLACK.

TO AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE;

TO THE MEMORY OF *******.

EXTEMPORE.

A QUESTION ANSWERED.

ON MARGARET PICKARD'S ENTERING HER SIXTH YEAR, JANUARY 1, 1802.

THE FATE OF THE BARDS.

TO MRS. POTTER, ON CASTING THE AUTHOR'S NATIVITY.

TO GEORGIANA BYRON,

TO SOPHIA, ON HER BIRTH-DAY.

TO A LADY, WITH COWPER'S POEMS ELEGANTLY BOUND.

EXTEMPORE. TO MRS. SHEPHERD, IN PAYMENT OF A SHEET OF PAPER.

IMPROMPTU, ON MR. PHILLIPS'S LENDING HIS TOWN-HOUSE TO THE AUTHOR.

ADDRESS TO THE LYRE.

LINES WRITTEN AT A FRIEND'S VILLA AFTER A LONG ABSENCE.

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THE FISHERMAN'S SONG.

THE FISHERMEN'S FINALE; A CATCH,

ON BEING PRESENT AT THE NAMING OF A BEAUTIFUL CHILD.

PRESENTED TO THE CHILDREN OF GEORGE BLACKMAN, ESQ. WITH “PITY'S GIFT,” A SELECTION FOR YOUNGER MINDS.

WRITTEN AT THE HERMITAGE, NEAR BATH,

LINES, WRITTEN AT A FRIEND'S NEAR THE CELEBRATED NURSERY-GARDENS, IN THE KING'S-ROAD CHELSEA.

TO FANNY RUNDLE.

A SOLILOQUY, PENCILLED WHILE ON AN EXCURSION TO HAMPTON-COURT, JUNE 14, 1804.

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EXTEMPORE.

TO A LADY IN FEEBLE HEALTH.

Why do the Fates so oft decree,
To frames of steel, and lungs of leather,
To shallow brains from thinking free,
And tongues that prate for years together,

A privilege all day to laugh;
Without a care through life to roll;
All night the cup of Joy to quaff,
Till empty as the Drinker's soul?

While, miser-like, those Fates dispense
The trembling nerve and slender form
To such as You—to Wit and Sense,
And leave a Reed to brave the Storm!

'Tis strange, and yet there's reason in it;
For Sense or Wit more blest appears,
And lives more life in one short minute
Than Dullness in a hundred years.