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The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed

With a Memoir by the Rev. Derwent Coleridge. Fourth Edition. In Two Volumes

Praed, Winthrop Mackworth (1802-1839)

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THE TROUBADOUR.

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II.

III.

THE LEGEND OF THE HAUNTED TREE.

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THE LEGEND OF THE DRACHENFELS.

THE BRIDAL OF BELMONT.

THE LEGEND OF THE TEUFEL-HAUS.

THE RED FISHERMAN,

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POEMS OF LOVE AND FANCY.

A SHOOTING STAR.

PEACE BE THINE.

A BALLAD TEACHING HOW POETRY IS BEST PAID FOR.

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

STANZAS WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF LILLIAN.

STANZAS WRITTEN IN A COPY OF LILLIAN,

FRAGMENTS OF A DESCRIPTIVE POEM.

LOVE AT A ROUT.

THE MODERN NECTAR.

LINES WRITTEN ON THE EVE OF A COLLEGE EXAMINATION.

ALEXANDER AND DIOGENES.

TO THE REV. DERWENT COLERIDGE

LINES SENT IN THANKS FOR A BOTTLE OF VERY FINE OLD BRANDY.

CHILDHOOD AND HIS VISITORS.

CHILDHOOD'S CRITICISM.

BEAUTY AND HER VISITORS.

HOW AM I LIKE HER?

MY LITTLE COUSINS.

ON AN INFANT NEPHEW.

SIR NICHOLAS AT MARSTON MOOR.

THE COVENANTER'S LAMENT FOR BOTHWELL BRIGG.

STANZAS WRITTEN UNDER A PICTURE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE.

LINES WRITTEN FOR A BLANK PAGE OF “THE KEEPSAKE.”

STANZAS WRITTEN IN LADY MYRTLE'S “BOCCACCIO.”

LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM, THE GIFT OF QUEEN ADELAIDE TO LADY MAYO.

LINES WRITTEN IN THE SAME,

LINES WRITTEN UNDER A PORTRAIT OF LORD MAYO, DRAWN BY THE QUEEN.

LINES WRITTEN UNDER A VIEW OF BERSTED LODGE, BOOKOR.

LATIN HYMN TO THE VIRGIN.

THE NEWLY-WEDDED.

SKETCH OF A YOUNG LADY

SONNET TO R. C. HILDYARD.

SONNET TO B. J. M. P.

SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF LOCKHART'S “LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT.”

VERSES WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF A CHILD'S BOOK, GIVEN BY ------ TO HER GODSON, AGED FOUR.

THE HOME OF HIS CHILDHOOD.

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POEMS OF LIFE AND MANNERS.

THE EVE OF BATTLE.

THE COUNTY BALL.

THE CONFESSION OF DON CARLOS.

HOW TO RHYME FOR LOVE.

CHANGING QUARTERS.

REMINISCENCES OF MY YOUTH.

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POEMS OF LIFE AND MANNERS.

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EVERY DAY CHARACTERS.

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II.

III.

III. THE BELLE OF THE BALL-ROOM.

IV.

IV. MY PARTNER.

PORTRAIT OF A LADY

THE CHILDE'S DESTINY.

THE CHAUNT OF THE BRAZEN HEAD.

TWENTY-EIGHT AND TWENTY-NINE.

SONG FOR THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY

GOOD NIGHT TO THE SEASON.

ARRIVALS AT A WATERING-PLACE.

THE FANCY BALL.

A LETTER OF ADVICE

THE TALENTED MAN.

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LETTERS FROM TEIGNMOUTH.

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II.

II. PRIVATE THEATRICALS.

TALES OUT OF SCHOOL.

MARRIAGE CHIMES.

SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS.

PROLOGUE FOR AN AMATEUR PERFORMANCE OF “THE HONEYMOON.”

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POEMS WRITTEN IN EARLY YOUTH.

ON THE DEPARTURE OF AN OLD HOUSEKEEPER.

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I. IMITATION OF METASTASIO'S “PARTENZA.”

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IV.

IV. THE DEITIES.

LINES ON LEAVING OTTERTON.

LINES WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF VOLTAIRE'S “HISTOIRE DE CHARLES XII.”

MARIUS AMIDST THE RUINS OF CARTHAGE.

A CHILD'S GRAVE.

A LETTER FROM ETON.

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PRIZE POEMS, TRANSLATIONS, AND EPIGRAMS.

THE ASCENT OF ELIJAH.

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TELL HIM I LOVE HIM YET.

WHERE IS MISS MYRTLE?

THE CONFESSION.

I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.

SHADOWS OF SADNESS.

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CHARADES AND ENIGMAS.

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II.

II. ENIGMA. THE LETTER A

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III. GOOD-NIGHT

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IV. ENIGMA. A BOTTLE

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VI.

VII.

VII. ENIGMA. A CHIME OF BELLS

VIII.

VIII. KNIGHTHOOD

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XI.

XII.

XIII.

XIV.

XV.

XVI.

XVII.

XVII. MOONSHINE

XVIII.

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XXI.

XXII.

XXIII.

XXIV.

XXIV. COURTSHIP

XXV.

XXVI.

XXVI. NIGHTSHADE

XXVII.

XXVIII.

XXVIII. BRIDEGROOM

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XXX.

XXXI.

XXXI. CAMBRIDGE

XXXII.

XXXII. HEIRLOOM

XXXIII.

XXXIII. FOOTPAD

XXXIV.

XXXIV. CUPBOARD

XXXV.

XXXV. BRIMSTONE

XXXVI.

XXXVI RHINEGRAVE

XXXVII.

XXXVII. BLOCKHEAD

XXXVIII.

XXXVIII. FOXGLOVE

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Yet e'en on this triumphant day
One thought of grief will rise;
And though I bid my fancy play,
And jest and laugh through all the lay,
Yet sadness still will have its way
And burst the vain disguise!
Yes! when the pageant shall have passed,
I shall have looked upon my last;
I shall not e'er behold again
Our pullers' unremitted strain;
Not listen to the charming cry
Of contest or of victory
That speaks what those young bosoms feel,
As keel is pressing fast on keel;
Oh! bright these glories still shall be,
But they shall never dawn for me!