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Poems on Various Subjects

With Introductory Remarks on the present State of Science and Literature in France

Williams, Helen Maria (1762-1827)

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AN ADDRESS TO POETRY.

PERUVIAN TALES.

QUEEN MARY'S COMPLAINT.

TO SENSIBILITY.

EDWIN AND ELTRADA,

ON THE BILL WHICH WAS PASSED IN ENGLAND

AN AMERICAN TALE.

PART OF AN IRREGULAR FRAGMENT.

SONNET TO HOPE.

SONNET TO TWILIGHT.

SONNET ON READING BURNS' “MOUNTAIN DAISY.”

SONNET TO THE MOON.

SONNET TO PEACE OF MIND.

SONNET TO MRS. SIDDONS.

SONNET TO MRS. BATES.

SONNET TO EXPRESSION.

SONNET TO LOVE.

SONNET TO DISAPPOINTMENT.

SONNET TO SIMPLICITY.

SONNET TO THE STRAWBERRY.

SONNET TO THE CURLEW.

SONNET TO THE TORRID ZONE.

SONNET TO THE CALBASSIA-TREE.

SONNET TO THE WHITE-BIRD OF THE TROPIC.

ELEGY ON A YOUNG THRUSH,

THE LINNET AND THE CAT.

IMITATION OF LINES

IMITATION OF LINES

TO JAMES FORBES , Esq. Author of “The Oriental Memoirs,”

LINES WRITTEN ON THE PILLAR ERECTING TO THE MEMORY OF MR. BARLOW, Minister of the United States at Paris,

TO THE BARON DE HUMBOLDT, ON HIS BRINGING ME SOME FLOWERS IN MARCH.

THE TRAVELLERS IN HASTE;

TO JAMES FORBES, Esq.

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SONNET TO HOPE.

O, ever skilled to wear the form we love!
To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart;
Come, gentle Hope! with one gay smile remove
The lasting sadness of an aching heart.
Thy voice, benign Enchantress! let me hear;
Say that for me some pleasures yet shall bloom,—
That Fancy's radiance, Friendship's precious tear,
Shall soften, or shall chase, misfortune's gloom.
But come not glowing in the dazzling ray,
Which once with dear illusions charm'd my eye,—
O! strew no more, sweet flatterer! on my way
The flowers I fondly thought too bright to die;
Visions less fair will soothe my pensive breast,
That asks not happiness, but longs for rest!

I commence the Sonnets with that to Hope, from a predilection in its favour, for which I have a proud reason: it is that of Mr. Wordsworth, who lately honoured me with his visits while at Paris, having repeated it to me from memory, after a lapse of many years.