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Poems

By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema
Scott, William Bell (1811-1890)

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LADY JANET, MAY JEAN.
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KRIEMHILD'S TRYSTE.
 I. 
I
 II. 
II
 III. 
III
  
WOODSTOCK MAZE.
  
THE WITCH'S BALLAD.
  
SAINT MARGARET.
  
THE RENDEZVOUS.
  
I GO TO BE CURED AT AVILION.'
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ANTHONY.
 I. 
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 II. 
II
 III. 
III
 IV. 
IV
  
LOVE'S CALENDAR.
  
A BRIDAL RACE.
  
PARTING AND MEETING AGAIN.
  
LOVE.
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OUTSIDE THE TEMPLE.
 I. 
I BIRTH.
 II. 
II DEATH.
 III. 
III LIFE.
 IV. 
IV GAIN AND LOSS.
 V. 
V LOOKING FORWARD.
 VI. 
VI HOPE DEFERRED.
 VII. 
VII FAITH.
 VIII. 
VIII AT PRESENT.
 IX. 
IX SELF-DECEPTION.
 X. 
X CONTENTMENT IN THE DARK.
 XI. 
XI THE UNIVERSE VOID.
 XII. 
XII SPIRITUAL LONGINGS UNANSWERED.
 XIII. 
XIII DEVELOPMENT IN NATURE.
 XIV. 
XIV SCIENCE ABORTIVE.
 XV. 
XV ONENESS OF ALL.
 XVI. 
XVI A SYMBOL.
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PARTED LOVE.
 I. 
THE PAST.
 II. 
THE PRESENT.
 III. 
MORNING.
 IV. 
BY THE SEA-SIDE.
 V. 
EVENING.
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THE OLD SCOTCH HOUSE
 I. 
I.THE BOWER.
 II. 
II.A SPRING MORNING.
 III. 
III.MOTTOES.
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IV.BELOW THE OLD HOUSE.
 V. 
V.THE MOON.
 VI. 
VI.THE GARDEN.
 VII. 
VII.IN THE GARDEN.
 VIII. 
VIII.IN THE GARDEN.
 IX. 
IX.AUTUMN SUNSHINE.
 X. 
X.THE ROBIN'S OCTOBER SONG.
 XI. 
XI.WINTER COMING.
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STUDIES FROM NATURE.
  
SUNDAY MORNING ALONE.
  
GREEN CHERRIES.
  
YOUTH AND AGE.
  
AN ARTIST'S BIRTHPLACE.
  
MORNING SLEEP.
  
MONODY.
  
THE DUKE'S FUNERAL.
  
MIDNIGHT.
  
THE SEA-SHORE.
  
REQUIEM.
  
BEDE IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
TO THE SPHINX
  
A DEDICATION.
  
A RHYME OF THE SUN-DIAL.
  
IN THE VALLEY.
  
MAY.
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SONNETS ON LITERARY SUBJECTS.
  
ON THE INSCRIPTION, KEATS' TOMBSTONE.
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WORDSWORTH.
 I. 
I
 II. 
II
 III. 
III
  
TO THE ARTISTS CALLED P. R. B.
  
ON CERTAIN CRITICS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CENTURY.
  
THE EPITAPH OF HUBERT VAN EYCK.
  
FRAGMENT OF A SONNET BY RAPHAEL.
  
THE MUSICIAN.
  
TO MY BROTHER
  
SANDRART'S INSCRIPTION,
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OCCASIONAL SONNETS.
  
PYGMALION.
  
THE SWAN.
  
SPRING LOVE.
  
AN ANNIVERSARY.
  
THE MIDNIGHT CITY.
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KISSES.
 I. 
I
 II. 
II
  
THE TRAVELLER LOST.
  
THE NIGHTINGALE UNHEARD.
  
IN ROME, A.D. 150.
  
COMING AND GOING.
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MY. MOTHER.
  
(ST. LEONARDS, EDINBURGH, 1826.)
  
(PORTOBELLO, NEAR EDINBURGH, 1851.)
  
ASSISTANCE DELAYED.
  
UNWORTHY AMBITION.
  
MUSIC OF THE SPHERES.
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JUVENILE POEMS.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN KEATS.
  
THE INCANTATION OF HERVOR.
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FOUR ACTS OF SAINT CUTHBERT.
  
FIRST. SAINT CUTHBERT'S TRIAL OF FAITH.
  
SECOND. SAINT CUTHBERT'S PENANCE.
  
THIRD. SAINT CUTHBERT'S HERMITAGE.
  
FOURTH. SAINT CUTHBERT'S DEATH.
  
THE DANCE OF DEATH.
  
A FABLE.
  
DEDICATIO POSTICA.

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Beyond the sound of the widening beck
He rode to the river strand,
And at her bower-door on the island
He saw the good Kriemhild stand.
Behind her too, on either side,
Her bower-maids, a sister pair,
Clad both the same in sea-green serge,
Trimmed with the minnevair.
But her long waist was in white say,
Looped up with knops of gold;
For she was the heiress of the land,
And towns with garth and wold.
Along yon further shore you see
Her castle walls and tower;
But she had planned the tryste to be
Within her island-bower.
So these green-kirtled serving-maids,
They ferried him o'er the tide;—
As he leaned and looked in the tangled deep,
What was it he descried?
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What was it? for he backward shrank,
And made the light bark sway,
Till it grated against the landing steps,—
He seemed to have lost his way.
The lady then came stepping down
Towards him in surprise;
Sudden he seized her two white hands,
And bowed to hide his eyes.
With that the distant warder blew
A note from the highest tower;
Startled, he kissed her two white hands,
And they passed within the bower.
‘I wonder much,’ quoth fair Joanne
To her sister Claribee,
‘What made him wince when that great fish
Swam up so bonnily?’
Each side the door then sat they down,
With lutes of cedar wood;
Joan sang this song, and Claribee,
She made the refrain good.
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