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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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A POET'S EXCUSE FOR SHUTTING HIS EYES IN THE PRESENCE OF A BEAUTIFUL GIRL.

The miser hoards with jealous care
The gleaming gold he starves to win;
The diver hides his jewel rare,
With joy, his homely vest within.
And art not thou a gem divine,
Far worthier of an idol's place?
Ah! when these eyes could once enshrine
Thy graceful form, thy glowing face,—
When they in one impassioned gaze
Thy wealth of beauty wildly stole,
And let its glorious image blaze
Like sunlight on my startled soul;—
Say, is it strange that they should close,
Exulting o'er their radiant treasure,—
Content to dwell in dim repose,
And feel the miser's trembling pleasure?
No! since I've risked my heart to win
One impress of a gem so rare,
Oh! let me gaze on it within,
And starve my eyes to keep it there!
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