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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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OH, BREAK THE HARP!

(SONG.)

Oh, break the Harp! since now my heart is broken!
Let not another song by me be sung!
Since she is dead for whom these words were spoken—
Since she is dead for whom this Harp was strung!

Let not my hand another chord awaken—
No—let its echoes into silence die!
Since Joy my soul, on earth, has now forsaken,
By soaring with her to the heavens on high!

Here let me cherish now the faithful sorrow
Which she has left me in my heart's deep core;
And teach my soul that joy from Hope to borrow,
Which she shall yield me in this world no more!

Oaky Grove, Ga., July 25th, 1843.