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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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ON THE SAME.—TO CUPID IN THE SCALES.

Where are your wings and your will, Love?
How can you be such a dunce?
Why do you keep them so still, Love?
Why dont you use them at once?
Pray tell me what they were made for,
If not to fly from a chain?
What do you stay to be weighed for?
Talk not of Freedom again!
Sitting so tame and so quiet,
Just like a dove in its nest;
Why dont you kick up a riot?
Where is the pride of your breast?
Mount, Love, the back of the butterfly,
Leave the light girl to her doom,
Off to the clouds, and let not a fly
Thus his frail earth-pinions plume!
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Spirit of Joy and of Passion,
Plumed with the beams of the sun!
Weighed in so worldly a fashion,
Just for an idle maid's fun!
Beat by a butterfly hollow,
Tried by an insect so low,
While the proud fire of Apollo
Bright in thy bosom doth glow!
Spurn the false scales to the deuce, Love,
Laugh the cold maiden to scorn,
Punish so saucy a “ruse,” Love,
Leave her alone and forlorn!
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