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The lost pleiad ; and other poems

Chivers, T. H. (1809-1858)

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THE LOST PLEIAD:

TO MY MOTHER IN HEAVEN.

THE ORPHAN'S PRAYER.

THE WIFE'S LAMENT FOR HER HUSBAND LOST AT SEA.

TO ONE IN HEAVEN.

THE GEORGIAN CAPTIVE.

APOSTROPHE TO TIME.

TO ALLEGRA FLORENCE IN HEAVEN.

THE SOUL'S DESTINY.

TO MY FIRST-BORN IN HEAVEN.

ON THE DEATH OF MY FIRST-BORN.

LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

THE HEAVENLY VISION.

TO SHAKSPEARE DYING.

MY SOUL'S JEWEL.

THE SALUTATION.

SONNET.—TO ISA SLEEPING.

SONNET.—THE HUSBAND'S REQUEST.

SONNET.—ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

THE POET'S LOVE OF FAME.

SONNET.—MY MOTHER'S LOVE.

SONNET.—DEATH.

THE PARTING APPEAL.

AWAKE FROM THY SLUMBERS.

THE VOICE OF MY DELIGHT.

THE DYING POET.

SONG TO ISA IN HEAVEN.

SONNET.—MEMORY.

SONNET.—THE DYING HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE.

TO ALLEGRA FLORENCE.

THE VOICELESS EARTH.

SONNET.—ON HEARING OF THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.

SONNET.—THE GRAVE.

THE CONFESSIONAL.

OH, BREAK THE HARP!

THE EVENING LAND.

ON HEARING VON WEBER'S LAST WALTZ.

THE MOTHER'S LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF HER CHILD.

GOD DWELLS IN LIGHT.

ON HEARING A LADY SING.

TO MARION IN HEAVEN.

TO A LADY SINGING.

THE SERENADER'S SONG.

SONG TO A FALSE ONE.

THE POETRY OF LOVE, JOY, AND GRIEF.

TO A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE GIRL.

SONG TO SPRING.

THE DEATH OF JEFFERSON.

THE INVOCATION.

A LONGING TO KNOW.

THE CHERISHED FLOWER.

TO ONE FAR AWAY.

THE SPIRIT'S YEARNINGS.

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SONNET.—TO ISA SLEEPING.

“Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile!”
Rogers.

As graceful as the Babylonian willow
Bending, at noontide, over some clear stream
In Palestine, in beauty did she seem
Upon the cygnet-down of her soft pillow;
And now her breast heaved like some gentle billow
Swayed by the presence of the full round moon—
Voluptuous as the summer South at noon—
Her cheeks as rosy as the radiant dawn,
When heaven is cloudless! When she breathed, the air
Around was perfume! Timid as the fawn,
And meeker than the dove, her soft words were
Like gentle music heard at night, when all
Around is still—until the soul of care
Was soothed, as noontide by some waterfall

New-York, April 10th, 1838.