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Harvest-Home (1805)

(1749-1814)

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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.

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 *******.

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

Sweet Scenes! since last thy charms I view'd,
Thy Winter's gone, thy Sping renew'd,
And ev'ry Shrub and ev'ry Flower
Confess'd the ever-changeful Power;
Or to the stormy Winds a prey,
Or Autumn's bright but deep decay.

Yet One Flow'ret still I find,
Beyond the reach of wave or wind!
And though, full oft, that flow'ret fades,
Or in dark Misfortune's shades;
Or, sad Willow! like to Thee—
Weeping plant of Sympathy,
That fragrant Flow'ret, still sublime,
Survives the wreck of Chance or Time!

And though oft, alas! prevail
Sorrow's shocks, and Envy's gale,

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Here the plant, of heav'nly birth,
Its power asserts o'er feeble Earth:—
Immortal Friendship can impart
The Balm that soothes and glads the heart;
That's the flower whose sweets afar
Scatter Perfume through the Air,
The Gilead that, which through all Seasons glows,
Nor scorch'd by Summer's Suns, nor chill'd by Winter Snows.