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A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England

Osgood, Frances Sargent Locke (1811-1850)

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PREFACE.
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ELFRIDA.
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ACT I.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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ACT II.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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ACT III.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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SCENE IV.
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ACT IV.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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ACT V.
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SCENE I.
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SCENE II.
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SCENE III.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
EDWARD'S VOICE.
  
WHY DONT HE PROPOSE?
  
THE WITHERED FLOWER & BROKEN HEART.
  
THE FAREWELL SONG OF THE AERONAUT.
  
GABRIELLE.
  
LOVE'S COMPARISON.
  
TO LIZZIE.
  
THE MORNING WALK, OR THE STOLEN BLUSH.
  
THE WELCOMING WORD.
  
TO MARY P. WILLIS.
  
TO GEORGE P---, ESQ.
  
THE SPOILT PUPIL OF FANCY.
  
THE HEART'S-EASE EXPIRING.
  
THE LOVER'S APPEAL TO THE PAINTER.
  
SONG.—THE FORSAKEN.
  
IMPROMPTU.—TO ANNIE.
  
THE PET.
  
NONE ARE POOR.
  
ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
  
THE ROSE IN ICE.
  
ELLEN'S FIRST TOOTH.
  
EPIGRAM.
  
FAZRY.
  
VIRGINIA.
  
THE DEATH OF THE TWO FLOWERS.
  
TO MISS M---.
  
TO MRS. W---.
  
THE CHERUB'S SECRET.
  
WOMAN'S TRUST.
  
A COMPARISON BETWEEN A TALKATIVE FOOL AND A SILENT PHILOSOPHER.
  
TO ---.
  
TO ISABELLE.
  
THE PERJURED BRIDE.
  
TO H---.
  
THE LAMENT OF JOSEPHINE.
  
TO ---.
  
LETTER TO AN ABSENT FRIEND,
  
TO ELIZABETH.
  
TO AN ATHEIST POET.
  
TO ANNA,
  
THE HOURS OF YORE.
  
ATTIC ASPIRATIONS.
  
ROMANCE.
  
A VISION.
  
THE LITTLE SLUMBERER.
  
AN EPISTLE
  
POSTSCRIPT.
  
THE MAIDEN WITH HER ABSENT LOVER'S PORTRAIT.
  
TO A LADY,
  
LINES ON A POETESS,
  
THE OMEN.
  
IF HE CAN!
  
EPIGRAM.
  
A POET'S EXCUSE FOR SHUTTING HIS EYES IN THE PRESENCE OF A BEAUTIFUL GIRL.
  
LINES ON THE BURNING OF THE ROYAL EXCHANGE.
  
MAY'S FELLOW-TRAVELLER.
  
THE THREE VICTORIES.—A SONG.
  
EPIGRAM.
  
MATILDE'S PICTURE.
  
BLANK VERSE.
  
THE DOOMED.
  
TO MISS B***S.
  
LINES ON PERUSING THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES.
  
ON A PICTURE,
  
ON THE SAME.—TO CUPID IN THE SCALES.
  
A LOVER'S SIMILE.
  
SONG OF THE SPOILED BEAUTY.
  
THE HERO'S DEATH.
  
LAND HO! OR THE SHIP IN PORT.
  
THE BELLE'S CONSOLATION.
  
THE INFANT ELLEN'S LETTER FROM ENGLAND, TO HER COUSIN ANNA (SIX YEARS OF AGE) IN AMERICA.
  
LITTLE ELLEN'S REPLY TO HER COUSIN.
  
THE ABSENT MOTHER'S PORTRAIT.
  
TO EMMA A---.
  
WRITTEN IN RUTH'S ALBUM.
  
A PLEASANT DIVORCE.
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JUVENILE RHYMES.
  
ADDRESS TO MY JUVENILE READERS.
  
CHILDHOOD.
  
JACK FROST.
  
THE LITTLE HAND.
  
HOPE'S RAINBOW.
  
THE STAR OF PROMISE.
  
LITTLE ANNA'S PICTURE.
  
THE BOY-PAINTER.
  
THE TIME TO PRAY.
  
ON SEEING AN ENGRAVING OF A SHIPWRECK.
  
REPLY TO A LETTER FROM AN ABSENT SISTER.
  
THE CHILD'S DOUBT.
  
TO SEE THEE SMILE AGAIN.
  
EDWARD'S TRIAL.
  
LITTLE CHARLIE'S PARADISE.
  
ON A LITTLE OLD SHOE, SENT AS A MEASURE FOR A NEW PAIR.
  
A CHILD'S THOUGHT ABOUT THE MOON.
  
A MOTHER'S WISH.
  
TO LITTLE FANNY,—WITH A NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.
  
TO CAMILLE.
  
FANNY'S ERROR.
  
WILLY'S LAMENT FOR HIS NONPAREIL.
  
THE CHILD'S GIFT.
  
ORDINATION HYMN.
  
THE WARNING.
  
TO JESSIE, IN SCOTLAND.
  
LITTLE MARY'S “RUSE DE GUERRE.”
  
TO A BEAUTY.
  
TO JANE.
  
TO A FRIEND,—WITH A BOOK.
  
THE FLOWER PLAY.
  
A SKETCH.
  
FRAGMENT OF A FAIRY ROMANCE.
  
LITTLE ELLEN'S PUN.
  
“MY BUBBLE'S BURST—MY PIPE IS BROKEN!”

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SONG OF THE SPOILED BEAUTY.

FROM AN UNPUBLISHED PLAY.

Though you wreathe in my raven hair jewels the rarest,
That ever illumined the brow of a queen,
I should think the least one that were wanting the fairest,
And pout at their lustre in petulant spleen;
Though the Diamond should lighten there, regal in splendour,
The Topaz its sunny glow shed o'er the curl,
And the Emerald's ray tremble, timid and tender,
If the Pearl be not by,—I should sigh for the Pearl!
Tho' you fling at my feet all the loveliest flowers,
That Summer is waking in forest and field,
I should pine 'mid the bloom you had brought from her bowers,
For some little blossom Spring only could yield:
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Take the Rose with its passionate beauty and bloom, love,
The Lily so pure, and the Tulip so bright;
Since I miss the sweet Violet's lowly perfume, love,
The Violet only my soul can delight!
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