Judith, Esther, and other poems

Brooks, Maria Gowen (1794 or 5-1845)

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TO ONE, who had taken laudanum to enliven himself.

HYMN.

MONODY on --- --- lately killed in a duel.

TO --- ---

ADOLPHUS.

STANZAS.

Song of an Indian Mother.

TO Dr. --- ---,

On hearing the praises of Charlotte, the fair departed daughter of Philenia.

Written after passing an evening with E. W. R. A*******, Esq. who has the finest person I ever saw.

On visiting, after an interval of nine years, the beautiful beach which skirts the village of Chelsea.

STANZAS.

TO --- ---.

TO Mrs. --- ---, my beloved and venerated friend.

Written in the pocket-book of Mrs. --- the evening before her departure.

To Mrs. ---, my beloved and venerated friend.

STANZAS.

From the French of C. A. Demoustier.

TO ---

The subject of the following is poor, and condemned to toil for her support; but Nature certainly meant otherwise: seldom, in any station, are seen such beauty and feeling.

THE SQUIRREL.

Written on the margin of the little river St. Charles.

“'TIS MIDNIGHT.”

ROSETTE.

[SONG. The sad sable robe evermore shall adorn me]

[SONG. I wish that all my heart has told]

[SONG. I have no need to ask thee why]

[SONG. How bright those eyes of deepest blue]

[SONG. My own Maria! dearest maid]

[SONG. 'Tis in vain thy hand hath crowned me]

[SONG. When thou see'st the river brighten]

To --- --- enclosing a lock of hair.

TO --- ---.

STANZAS.

ERROL'S DREAM.

On hearing of the death of a beautiful child.

HYMN.

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Written in the pocket-book of Mrs. --- the evening before her departure.

Thou departest, heaven's blessing
Rest upon thee all the way—
I restrain me from expressing
All my heart would bid me say.

Though the wide lake's chilly deepness,
And the forest's moaning tree,
And the mountain's craggy steepness,
Separate thee far from me.

I could love thee warmer, dearer,
Lady—but I will not tell—
Frowning Fate, to none severer,
Disapproves it—fare thee well!

Yet, despite of Fate's displeasure,
Many a slow-winged hour to bless.
Still a stranger's heart shall treasure
Thy peculiar loveliness.

While that gentle form reposes,
As in mockery of her power,
Bright amid the few pale roses
Strown o'er pensive Memory's bower.

University of Virginia Library

Written in the pocket-book of Mrs. --- the evening before her departure.