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Poems by Anne C. Lynch. With illustrations by Durand, Huntington, Darley, Duggan, Rothermel, etc

Botta, Anne C. Lynch (1815-1891)

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THE BATTLE OF LIFE.

A THOUGHT BY THE SEA-SHORE.

ON THE DEATH OF MRS. N. P. WILLIS.

ON A PICTURE OF HARVEY BIRCH.

THOUGHTS IN A LIBRARY.

DAY-DAWN IN ITALY.

ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.

TEACHING THE SCRIPTURES.

TO ****, WITH FLOWERS.

AN APOLOGY FOR SADNESS.

A DIRGE FOR O'CONNELL.

THE DUMB CREATION.

PAUL PREACHING AT ATHENS.

BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE.

TO THE MEMORY OF CHANNING.

A FAREWELL TO OLE BULL.

TO A POET, PAINTER AND MUSICIAN.

THE WASTED FOUNTAINS.

CHRIST BETRAYED.

THE IDEAL FOUND.

THE IMAGE BROKEN.

ON SEEING MRS. KEAN AS CONSTANCE IN KING JOHN.

THE WOUNDED VULTURE.

TO ---, IN OBSCURITY.

THE DYING SYCAMORES.

TO AN ASTRONOMER.

BONES IN THE DESERT.

TO A SILENT POET.

TO THE VENERABLE GENERAL GAINES.

ON A PICTURE OF RUTH.

ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND.

THE MEDITERRANEAN.

ON A PICTURE OF MY FATHER.

BYRON AMONG THE RUINS OF GREECE.

TO THE CENTURY PLANT.

WRITTEN AT TIVOLI FALLS,

THE EARTH TO THE SUN.

TO DR. ---.

TO A POET'S WIFE.

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.

TO ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

NIGHTFALL IN HUNGARY.

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TO DR. ---.

I know those subtle elements
Thou dost administer,
Have power to stay the parting breath,
The languid pulse to stir.

And not less potent is thy smile,
Thy sympathizing tone,
Thy tender heart that ever makes
The sufferer's pain its own.