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Harvest-Home (1805)

(1749-1814)

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PRAYER TO HEALTH:

THE POET'S COTTAGE

VERSES TO MR. JOHN MAVOR, OF WADHAM COLLEGE, OXFORD; WITH A PRESENT OF SOME VIDONIA.

TO THE SAME, WITH A REGULATION SASH, ON HIS ENTERING THE LOYAL WOODSTOCK VOLUNTEERS, AS LIEUTENANT.

TO MR. HENRY MAVOR, ON THE AUTHOR'S WITNESSING THE SIGNATURE OF HIS INDENTURES NOVEMBER 19, 1803.

TO MR. GEORGE MAVOR.

VERSES WRITTEN AFTER SEEING THE PICTURES IN THE EARL OF WARWICK'S COLLECTION, WHILE ON A VISIT AT THE CASTLE.

TO A LADY , WHO CONVERTED A STRAW COTTAGE INTO A CARD-BOX.

THE WOUNDED MIND.

THE COUNSELS OF AFFECTION.

LINES PRESENTED TO THE SAME, WITH THE “BRITISH NEPOS .”

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO Dr. BREE, OF BIRMINGHAM,

THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE.

TO THE SAME, WITH A NEEDLE-CASE, SENT FROM BATH.

QUESTIONS TO CUPID, RESPECTING HENRY HORRIBOW .

TO A BEAUTIFUL SPANIEL,

VERSES, OCCASIONED BY THE LIBERAL OFFER OF A GENTLEMAN AFTER READING “THE POET'S COTTAGE .”

TO MRS. ROBERSON, OF OXFORD.

TO MRS. BILLINGTON:

TO MISS SHARP, ON THE SAME OCCASION.

TO A FRIEND, ON RECEIVING A PAIR OF SPECTACLES.

ADDRESS TO A SPACIOUS HOLLY TREE BELONGING TO MRS. INGRAM, AT WOOLFORD HOUSE, WARWICKSHIRE.

EXTEMPORE, ON HEARING MONSIEUR VON ESCHE'S MARCHE RELIGIEUSE.

SONG. SUNG BY NINE SISTERS ABOUT TO SEPARATE.

THE TWO SOPHIAS;

ON ACCIDENTALLY SEEING A FATHER TAKE LEAVE OF AN ONLY SON.

WRITTEN IN THE EMPTY HOUSE OF A FRIEND, ON THE FAMILY QUITTING TOWN.

TO MR. AND MRS. DROUGHT.

APOLOGY TO A FRIEND,

INVOCATION TO FORTUNE.

TO *******, ESQ.

TO A FRIEND, WITH A SPRIG OF BALM.

TO LADY MOSTYN,

SOPHIA'S ADDRESS TO SORROW.

THE POET's PETITION.

AN ODE, FOR THE CENTENARY OF THE CHARITY-SCHOOL OF ST. JOHN, WAPPING.

THE MODERN HERCULES.

TO MRS. VANCOUVER.

TO MISS VANCOUVER, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A BOUQUET OF WINTER FLOWERS.

STANZAS TO THE NEW MOON.

STANZAS, ON FAVOURABLE WEATHER HAPPENING AFTER THE AUTHOR'S FIRST ADDRESS TO THE NEW MOON.

TO A FRIEND IN AFFLICTION, WITH “THE PLEASURES OF HOPE.”

TO MR. AND MRS. FONBLANQUE; ON THE DEATH OF ONE OF THEIR CHILDREN.

EXTEMPORE LINES, PRESENTED ON THE MARRIAGE OF A FRIEND: INCLUDING THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR APPEARING IN BLACK.

TO AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE;

TO THE MEMORY OF *******.

A QUESTION ANSWERED.

ON MARGARET PICKARD'S ENTERING HER SIXTH YEAR, JANUARY 1, 1802.

THE FATE OF THE BARDS.

TO MRS. POTTER, ON CASTING THE AUTHOR'S NATIVITY.

TO GEORGIANA BYRON,

TO SOPHIA, ON HER BIRTH-DAY.

TO A LADY, WITH COWPER'S POEMS ELEGANTLY BOUND.

EXTEMPORE. TO MRS. SHEPHERD, IN PAYMENT OF A SHEET OF PAPER.

IMPROMPTU, ON MR. PHILLIPS'S LENDING HIS TOWN-HOUSE TO THE AUTHOR.

ADDRESS TO THE LYRE.

LINES WRITTEN AT A FRIEND'S VILLA AFTER A LONG ABSENCE.

ON BEING PRESENT AT THE NAMING OF A BEAUTIFUL CHILD.

PRESENTED TO THE CHILDREN OF GEORGE BLACKMAN, ESQ. WITH “PITY'S GIFT,” A SELECTION FOR YOUNGER MINDS.

WRITTEN AT THE HERMITAGE, NEAR BATH,

LINES, WRITTEN AT A FRIEND'S NEAR THE CELEBRATED NURSERY-GARDENS, IN THE KING'S-ROAD CHELSEA.

TO FANNY RUNDLE.

A SOLILOQUY, PENCILLED WHILE ON AN EXCURSION TO HAMPTON-COURT, JUNE 14, 1804.

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STANZAS, ON FAVOURABLE WEATHER HAPPENING AFTER THE AUTHOR'S FIRST ADDRESS TO THE NEW MOON.

Auspicious Planet! thou hast heard my pray'r:
Unshrouded now thy crescent beams prevail;
Thy drooping sister is at length thy care;
Already Ceres feels the ripening gale:
Her sickled swains behold thy genial ray;
Blithsome prepare for toil, and watch the day.

Without one spot, now glows to Fancy's eye
Thy bounteous throne of heav'n's cœrulean clear,
And all the hills and valleys we descry,
In thy fair visage crown'd with sheaves appear;
The Lunar harvests shining there we see,
And kindred Earth repays each sheaf to thee.

But not to transient scenes like these confin'd,
'Tis said, O magic Orb! thy power extends
To the wild movements of the wand'ring Mind,
When from her shaken seat smote Reason bends:
Ah, then, this Moon-struck rage of War controul:
Loose the dire spell of blood from Man's distemper'd soul!