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Ballads and other verses

Fields, James Thomas (1817-1881)

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THE OWL-CRITIC.

CÆSAR'S QUIET LUNCH WITH CICERO.

THE LUCKY HORSESHOE.

PATIENT MERCY JONES.

BALLAD OF THE WICKED NEPHEW.

THE TURTLE AND FLAMINGO.

A NEW AND TRUE GHOST STORY.

MABEL, IN NEW HAMPSHIRE.

DON.

THE SEARCH.

ON A PORTRAIT OF THE AUTHOR OF “RAB AND HIS FRIENDS.”

BALLAD OF THE TEMPEST.

YOUTH'S SONG.

WITH WORDSWORTH AT RYDAL.

ON RECEIVING A LOCK OF KEATS'S HAIR.

ON A BOOK OF SEA-MOSSES,

AFTER HEARING MRS. KEMBLE READ “THE TEMPEST.”

ON A VILLAGE CHURCH IN ENGLAND.

ON A PORTRAIT OF CROMWELL.

THE KING AND THE POET.

AN INVITATION.

FOR THE INAUGURATION OF FRANKLIN'S STATUE IN HIS NATIVE CITY.

PERDITA.

“THE STORMY PETREL.”

MOONRISE AT SEA.

SPRING, AMONG THE HILLS.

THE MEMORY OF MOORE.

MIDNIGHT SONG BY THE SHORE.

ON A PAIR OF ANTLERS,

LAST WORDS IN A STRANGE LAND.

THE SONG-QUEEN.

THE ALPINE CROSS.

CANZONET.

A POOR MAN'S EPITAPH.

THE LOVER'S PERIL.

VESPERS.

FIRESIDE EVENING-HYMN.

HONORIA.

RELICS.

A SOLDIER'S ANCESTRY.

DIRGE FOR A YOUNG GIRL.

EVENTIDE IN THE COUNTRY.

A CHARACTER.

THE WHITE-THROATED SPARROW.

A VALENTINE.

IN SPRING-TIME.

SUMMER-EVENING MELODY.

IN THE FOREST.

THE PERPETUITY OF SONG.

THE FLAME-BEARER.

IN EXTREMIS.

MORNING AND EVENING BY THE SEA.

THE OLD YEAR.

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PERDITA.

A sweet-brier grew at my door,
And perfumed the ground at my feet;
Was it a rose?—it was she
Who made all the pathway so sweet!

A bonny bird sang in the eaves,—
What music with that can compare!
Was it a bird?—it was she
Whose voice had enchanted the air!

Oh the brier-rose drooped on its stalk,
And the bonny bird flitted away,
But the fragrance and song in my heart
For ever and ever will stay!