University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England

Osgood, Frances Sargent Locke (1811-1850)

collapse section 
[section]
  
[dedication]
  
PREFACE.
collapse section 
ELFRIDA.
collapse section1. 
ACT I.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
collapse section2. 
ACT II.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
 3. 
SCENE III.
 4. 
SCENE IV.
collapse section3. 
ACT III.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
 3. 
SCENE III.
 4. 
SCENE IV.
collapse section4. 
ACT IV.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
collapse section5. 
ACT V.
 1. 
SCENE I.
 2. 
SCENE II.
 3. 
SCENE III.
collapse section 
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.
collapse section 
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!”

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England
next section
135

TO MARY P. WILLIS.

While, in its exulting, looks,
O'er many a stream the eye of day,
The tiniest of the dimpled brooks
May sparkle in the blessed ray.
Mary, though richer gifts than mine
Should come to claim thy happy smile,
This offering “from my heart to thine”—
Oh! will it be forgot the while?
You heaven in splendour shines o'er all;
The beams that light the queenly rose,
Upon the violet too will fall,
And cheer and bless it while it blows.
Sweet! while some gifted poet twines
A prouder wreath of rhyme for thee;
Let but thy blue eyes love my lines,
And read them, and remember me!
previous section A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England
next section