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The Poetical Works of Caroline Bowles Southey

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Southey, Caroline Bowles (1786-1854)

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THE BIRTHDAY.
  
THE LEGEND OF SANTAREM.
  
THE PAUPER'S DEATHBED.
  
SONNET.—1818.
  
CONTE A MON CHIEN.
  
“SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY IS THE EVIL THEREOF.”
  
FAREWELL TO MY FRIENDS.
  
TO A DYING INFANT.
  
MY OLD DOG AND I.
  
RANGER'S GRAVE.
  
THE MARINER'S HYMN.
  
SONNET,
  
THE BROKEN BRIDGE.
  
SONNET.
  
THE LADYE'S BRYDALLE.
  
TO MY BIRDIE.
  
TO MY OLD CANARY.
  
TO THE MEMORY OF ISABEL SOUTHEY.
  
SONNET.
  
THERE IS A TONGUE IN EVERY LEAF.
  
ON THE NEAR PROSPECT OF LEAVING HOME.—1818.
  
AUTUMN FLOWERS.
  
TO DEATH.
  
ONCE UPON A TIME.
  
THAT'S WHAT WE ARE.
  
DEPARTURE.
  
THE CHILD'S UNBELIEF.
  
THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT.
  
THE WARNING.
  
THE THREE FRIENDS.
  
MY GARDEN.
  
THE YOUNG GREY HEAD.
  
LITTLE LEONARD'S “GOOD-NIGHT.”
  
“HOW SWIFT IS A GLANCE OF THE MIND!”
  
ON THE REMOVAL OF SOME FAMILY PORTRAITS.
  
SONNET.—1818.
  
WILD FLOWERS.
  
TO LITTLE MARY.
  
SONNET.—1821.
  
THE LEGEND OF THE LIDO.
  
THE RIVER.
  
SUNDAY EVENING.
  
THE CHURCHYARD.
  
TO THE SWEET-SCENTED CYCLAMEN.
  
THE WELCOME HOME.—1820.
  
THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS.
  
WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN?
  
THE LANDING OF THE PRIMROSE.
  
THE DYING MOTHER TO HER INFANT.
  
THE LAST JOURNEY.
  
THE SPELL OF MUSIC.
  
TOO LATE.
  
THE EVENING WALK.
  
“'TIS HARD TO DIE IN SPRING.”
  
LAMENT FOR LILIAS.
  
THE NIGHT-SMELLING STOCK.
  
PAST AND PRESENT.
  
THE WINTRY MAY.—1837.
  
I WEEP, BUT NOT REBELLIOUS TEARS.
  
“IT IS NOT DEATH.”
  
ABJURATION.
  
ONCE UPON A TIME.
  
“I NEVER CAST A FLOWER AWAY.”
  
A FAIR PLACE AND PLEASANT.
  
MY EVENING.
  
THE PRIMROSE.
  
ARCHBISHOP GERSON.

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SONNET.—1821.

[Stay, flaming chariot! fiery coursers, stay]

Stay, flaming chariot! fiery coursers, stay,
Soft gleams of setting sunshine, that doth cast
A lustrous line along the dark wide waste!
Oh! wherefore must ye fade so swift away?
Wherefore, oh! wherefore, at the close of day
Shine out so glorious, when Night's sable pall
Will drop around so soon, and cover all?
Beautiful beam! bright traveller! stay, oh, stay!
And let my spirit on your parting ray
Glide from this world of error, doubt, distress—
(Oh! I am weary of its emptiness)—
To happier worlds, where there is peace for aye,
Peace! less abiding here than Noah's dove,
When we shall never part from those we love!
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