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The coronal

a collection of miscellaneous pieces, written at various times

Child, Lydia Maria Francis (1802-1880)

THE CORONAL. A COLLECTION OF MISCELLANEOUS PIECES, WRITTEN AT VARIOUS TIMES. BY MRS. CHILD LINES, SUGGESTED BY VANDERLYN'S FINE PICTURE OF CAIUS MARIUS AMONG THE RUINS OF CARTHAGE.

THE LONE INDIAN.

THE SAGACIOUS PAPA: A HINT FOR THOSE IN SIMILAR CIRCUMSTANCES.

TO A LADY, CELEBRATED FOR MUSICAL TALENT.

THE RIVAL BROTHERS. A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.

YOU 'VE BEEN CAPTAIN LONG ENOUGH.

LINES, OCCASIONED BY HEARING A LITTLE BOY MOCK THE OLD SOUTH BELL RINGING THE HOUR OF TWELVE.

THOUGHTS.

LA ROSIERE: OR, THE TRIUMPH OF GOODNESS.

ADDRESS TO THE VALENTINE PAINTED BY W. ALLSTON, IN THE POSSESSION OF GEORGE TICKNOR, ESQ.

THE BLESSED INFLUENCE OF THE STUDIES OF NATURE.

THE RECLUSE OF THE LAKE.

SPRING.

BEAUTY.

HARRIET BRUCE.

MISERIES OF WEALTH. SUGGESTED BY HAZLITT'S “MISERIES OF POVERTY.”

TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN.

THE BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL CONVICT.

ROMANCE.

TO A WEALTHY LADY, WHOSE HUSBAND SOON BECAME INDIFFERENT TO HER.

THE INDIAN WIFE.

THE SPIDER, CATERPILLAR, AND SILK-WORM.

LINES, OCCASIONED BY A BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT IN THE MIDST OF DISTRACTING EMPLOYMENT.

“STAND FROM UNDER!”

THE ADVENTURES OF A RAIN DROP.

THE YOUNG WEST-INDIAN.

A NEW YEAR'S OFFERING TO A FRIEND.

NATURE AND SIMPLICITY.

CHOCORUA'S CURSE.

TO A HUSBAND, Who presented, as a New-Year's Offering, a Heart and a Laurel wreath, the leaves of which were not very abundant.

THE FIRST AND LAST BOOK.

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THE CORONAL.
A COLLECTION OF
MISCELLANEOUS PIECES,
WRITTEN AT VARIOUS TIMES.
BY MRS. CHILD

LINES,
SUGGESTED BY VANDERLYN'S FINE PICTURE OF CAIUS
MARIUS AMONG THE RUINS OF CARTHAGE.

Pillars are fallen at thy feet,
Fanes quiver in the air,
A prostrate city is thy seat,
And thou alone art there.
No change comes o'er thy noble brow,
Though ruin is around thee;
Thine eye-beam burns as proudly now,
As when the laurel crown'd thee.
It cannot bend thy lofty soul,
Though friends and fame depart;
The car of fate may o'er thee roll,
Nor crush thy Roman heart.

And genius hath electric power,
Which earth can never tame;
Bright suns may scorch, and dark clouds lower—
Its flash is still the same!
The dreams we loved in early life,
May melt like mist away;
High thoughts may seem, 'mid passion's strife,
Like Carthage in decay.
And proud hopes in the human heart
May be to ruin hurl'd,
Like mould'ring monuments of art
Heap'd on a sleeping world.
Yet there is something will not die,
Where life hath once been fair;
Some towering thoughts still rear on high,
Some Roman lingers there!